Immersive Van Gogh Charlotte

A Letter to Vincent Van Gogh

Dear Vincent,

Your art helps us become more human.

Your heart is primary…yellow, red and blue

Your paintings are salt.

Your paintings are light.

Your paintings, my friend, 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 paint.

Your sunflowers are the faces of all God's children.

Your yellows are the lights by which we see.

Your reds are the fire by which we feel.

Your blues are the life by which we live.

In the face of your humble peasant, I see the humble face of God.

Eyes full of mercy.

Eyes full of love.

In the face of your poor children, I see the hurting face of God.

Eyes full of hunger.

Eyes full of hope.

Your Starry Night is the deepest part of being human.

The work of your farmers in the fields makes the world.

Vincent, in my own humble way, I am an impressionist, too.

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 see the human faces in the Iñuit girl from Point Hope, Alaska and in the migrant boy from the lowcountry of South Carolina via the farms and fields of El Salvador?

Can you hear the human voice of the abuelo who carries hope and suffering in his hands and heart?

I hope so.

Gracias, Vincent, for showing me the way.

Your friend Trevor