Vincent Van Gogh, in the words of David Hockney: He was rather unlucky in life, but when he painted, he wasn’t like that at all.
I mean, it was something he wanted to do. And there’s love in those paintings, isn’t there?”
The uglier, older, shorter, weaker, and poorer it gets, the more I want to take my revenge by making it brilliantly colorful and well-combined and to capture it with swirls.
In the summer of Morocco, colors are the ones that have stepped into the dance.