He was clearly a genius. He craved just to paint. He started painting pretty late in his 20’s. In the first 8 years of his last decade of life, he created over 2000 paintings. In his last 2 years of life, he was in a lunatic asylum where he further painted another 100 which are now a part of the most celebrated post-impressionist works ever. You need to stand in a huge line to watch them here.
He lived only 37 years. But I guess he lived it all.
What I find amazing about him is two-fold;
1) He was in an insane rush to create so many paintings as if he somehow knew he’d die eventually. Wait, we too know we will die eventually, though we may not like to remember that fact.
2) He was absolutely irreplaceable in his era. Yes, there were better artists with finer brush stroking ability, but his mad-rush to create 2000 paintings, was, is and will be unmatched ever. He was the best in his business.
He died penniless and was cremated in the ground.
I reckon, roughly 900,000 incredibly rich people died on the same day or in the same year or in the same decade. They were all cremated in the ground too.
But unfortunately, since they couldn’t take with them, they all left back their money.
Vincent, since he had nothing, left back a legacy.
Now, read my title backwards. You’ll surely agree better.