“LOVING VINCENT”: FRAMES OVERFLOWING FROM THE HEART
He paints pictures as some people write or make music to pour out their hearts, he is behind a curtain of dark loneliness.
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He paints pictures as some people write or make music to pour out their hearts, he is behind a curtain of dark loneliness.
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New roads have to be found, painful, thorny, roads trodden by bleeding feet and maybe the important thing is the road, just like in Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road.” Finding new roads, yes.
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“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite.” Aldoux Huxley’s book “The Doors of Perception”,
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The necessity to tell stories, with the pen, the brush, the camera or the hammer. The dreams turn to shapes that can be touched by hands, as if dreams of night come to life, at some lonely and desolate places inside.
Time for intoxication. Let the keys of cages slumber forever at the bottom of the oceans while drinking from a passion river.
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Freedom is very important but we must not be the slaves of our freedom. Some bonds are vital, we must not be free of the people we love, we care for.