How well he had said it all! Theo was more intelligent then all the modern critics and poets, and in general there was something in the metamorphosis which he had sketched. If, however, such interpretations were possible, no doubt the reverse could be deduced with equal logic. It would be good to know the truth before it was too late. Vincent had believed that he was just painting , say a tree or a women, without offending anyone, and instead of a tree or a women he painted something jagged, which hurt people and stung them, something over which they stumbled, something irritating. So the question arose as to whether it would have been wiser not to offend against the present, instead of helping the dim and distant future. No doubt the future was very great and there were many good things that could be said about it, but no one had been there yet."

This is a narrative painting of his death. In the plant you see Vincent's face, his left eye would be the darker green between the leafs. Below his left eye is the top of his middle finger. This people find very irritating ( FLIPPING THEM OFF). Coming down his cheek, to his open mouth saying to his viewers "What is the use!". Moving to his left you can see the smoke from the end of the barrel of the gun pointing at the blue half circle representing the bullet wound with the dark blue representing the blood surrounding it. The yellow formation going to the top of the picture represents Vincent's soul leaving his body. Below the blood you can see his thumb pushing the trigger. (Represented by the bowl of fruit.) Gun barrel going straight back to the hammer that had already been released. The flash of the chamber and the three finger tips holding the blue handle going to the left corner .At the bottom lies Vincent with a blue face, facing straight up, sunflowers lying across his chest. His cut off right ear is a yellow circle shape on the side of his face.

In this enhance picture, you can see at the bottom two bodies looking up representing both brothers soon to come deaths.

THESE PHOTOS WERE TAKEN OUTSIDE IN AN EVENING SUNSET AND ALSO BEING ENHANCED SO YOU MIGHT POSSIBLY SEE THE DETAIL IN IT BEING DESCRIBED.

Above is where he had desribed, if it were seen and deciphered, just tell them it is a woman.

Above is where he had desribed, if it were seen and deciphered, just tell them it is a woman.

The brown and green bowl under the flower pot is green paint and the brown is the color of the  paper itself. What unbelievable use of color.

Above is the lightest leaf of the plant turned sideways to show the hidden signatures of Vincent, the way he did in all of his works, so I am telling you that the copies won't be hard to weed out of the van Gogh Foundation and the rest of the museums.

Vincent     vanGogh

Black and white photo's to bring out the hidden imagery that was added into this painting by Vincent van Gogh. 

To see Vincent's face in the whole painting, just imagine someone at night, outside, leaning over looking through your kitchen window at all of that food on your kitchen table, hungry as hell, and you refuse to let him in to eat, so he just stands there flipping you off!  (Many more faces if you look real close)

I was ready to love anyone and everyone. The whole process is one which makes you quite different from your fellows and aggressive into the bargain. If  I could only have found somebody in London who had any use for ears, I would have cut both of them off. But it is of course disgustingly aggressive to send anyone such things. Isn't it odd that no one, of the many whom I have met, liked me? You may think that it is rather pretentious to say so, but honestly there was not one. Not even you, Theo, although you have done everything for me. Why did you do it? You will say that is another of those questions to which only I expect an answer and that decent people are satisfied by deeds. But you see, that is just my disease, that I lack this decency which everyone else possesses. I know very well that you wanted to love me and that tomorrow you will love me terribly, so much so that it will kill you. But as log as I was there you only put up with me. You were always glad when I turn my back. There was something that made you prickle all over when I arrived. Come, admit it! I couldn't understand it either, because I could not even manage to suppress the external and superficial things which made you prickle and tingle.

Vincent knew that Theo was going to follow him in death soon over the turmoil of his works of art, because he painted them both lying side by side at the bottom of this painting.

Above you can see the blood represented by the dark blue, the bullet wound, you can see his thumb pushing the trigger. (Represented by the bowl holding the fruit.) The smoking  gun barrel going straight back to the hammer between his fingers that had already been released. The flash of the chamber in front of the trigger  and the three finger tips holding the blue handle going all the way to the right hand corner.At the bottom lies Vincent with sunflowers( the same three finger tips and chamber flash) across his chest. His cut off right ear is represented by a yellow circle shape on the blue body.

           'Of course it is irritating', murmured Theo. 'for all the other did something useful, even my people on the boulevard. They sat there behind their shell and stuck to it like frogs to their pond; they would say neither yes nor no, they would not see, they would not think. The shell in which they lived had to see and speak and act for them. All the world helped to make this cursed shell. Only men like Vincent did nothing for it, but worked against it. He always started everything from the beginning, and stood on the far side of the pond calling to the others. Of course it was irritating! How could it be otherwise, when he stood, looking down on the pond, with the solid earth beneath his feet? He said white when the others said black, he laughed while they cried. Perhaps he did it only for fun, and because he was one and the others were the whole world. He was an oddity, like the men who used to be kept at court in the olden days. And then of course it took time for him to penetrate the general shell. Would he ever penetrate it completely? Would he ever draw all men unto him, even though he gave his life to do it? Or would he come up against a new and more impenetrable shell and finally, worst of all, the approbation of the masses? If the world took him seriously, he would be regarded as its destroyer. He alone! No wonder he aggravated them, when he was a thorn in the side of mankind. Cast him out, kill him! bury the traitor out of sight, under the shell!---No don't beat him, he not worth it. Laugh! Let a madman like that go on with his painting!' Theo was trembling. What was he trembling like that for? He looked like a scarecrow.

Suddenly Theo threw himself down, or else a mightier power cast him upon the floor. His lips moved and said: 'never again, brother! So help me god!' He lay on the floor with his head thrown back on the mattress and his mouth wide open.

Vincent could not understand, for a cloud had descended upon his senses. There was only one thing he believed he realized, and that was that their paths were no longer divided. They were traveling along the same road in the same direction, and this was a good moment.  Then Vincent whispered to Theo that now he wanted to go home. He said it in Dutch: 'Zoo Heen kan gaan'---- Theo bent over him and closed his eyes. It was in the early hours of the morning of the 29th of July, 1890.

CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW THIS PAINTING WOULD LOOK IF IT WERE PROFESSIONALLY FRAMED AND VARNISHED?

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This painting is all original, oil on paper laid down on cardboard, framed, and absolutely no damage

and has never been varnished, just like you see it.