Van Gogh never made a penny in his entire lifetime. He painted because it was his soul, his excitement. It was what aligned him with his Source of being. It's the same with me and writing.

Van Gogh was impulsive.

There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

It would be difficult for me to express all my thoughts about it. It remains a constant disappointment to me that my drawings are not yet what I want them to be. The difficulties are indeed numerous and great, and cannot be overcome immediately. Maki

Van Gogh would have to cut his cock off to make an impression nowadays

I've never really understood the term 'Post-Impressionism' as more than a label for Cezanne, Gauguin and van Gogh.