June 25, 2021
Immersive Van Gogh Exhibit
Charlotte, NC
Dear Vincent,
You were an impressionist. You used color to help us feel...beauty, genius, wonder and courage in the plain, simple, ordinary and human.
Your art helps us become more human.
Your heart is your yellow, red, blue, green.
Your paintings are salt.
Your paintings are light.
Your paintings are made from the dust.
Like you.
Like me.
Like us.
You are the faces...you are the voices...you are the human beings...you create.
Your sunflowers are all God's children, the faces of all God's children in the world.
Your yellows are the lights by which we see.
Your reds are the fire by which we feel.
Your blues are the thoughts by which we think.
Your greens are the life by which we live.
In the face of the humble postman, I saw the humble face of God.
Eyes full of mercy.
Eyes full of love.
In the face of the peasant children, I saw the hurting face of God.
Eyes full of hunger.
Eyes full of hope.
The Adagio for Strings in the Starry, Starry Night was at the very deepest part of being human.
The work of the peasants in the fields creates the world.
Vincent, in my own humble way, I am an impressionist.
Words are my colors.
Stories are my paintings.
Can you feel the human being in the old Gullah woman under the angel oak tree on Johns Island?
Can you feel the human faces in the IƱuit child from Point Hope, Alaska and in the migrant child from the lowcountry of South Carolina via the farms and fields of El Salvador?
Can you feel the human voice of the old abuelo who carries hope and suffering in his hands and in his heart?
I hope so.
Gracias, Vincent, for showing me the way.
Your friend,
Trevor
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