I dream my painting and then I paint my dream
Postman's friend. Brother's burden. Bad at resting.
They're sunflowers. I painted them to symbolize gratitude and friendship and also to decorate the Studio of the South for my friend Paul Gauguin.
Me. They are paintings of me. I'm not sure I ever got them right. What is right?
The sky at night from my window at Saint-Rémy. I could not sleep so I painted it instead. I don't know if it is the sky or my mind. Both, probably.