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Van Gogh
How well do you know,
The faces you paint,
Or the scenery you show?
Do you often see, these
Faces in your sleep;
And what of the curling breeze,
That must softly creep?
How well do you know,
The pain of loneliness,
Or the sunflowers that grow?
Do you not paint the grass
Red, in anticipation,
Of the quick and last,
Breathe from the list of your creation?
How well do you know,
The graveyard you fell in,
Or the tragic name Van Gogh

I had always loved Van Goph's work, but when I heard his story, he became my favorite artist. I wanted to know what he was like and how he thought, so I decided to ask him.