I. Van Gogh’s “The Sower” We live knowing how Van Gogh’s incendiary sun stabs at a wheatfield in Arles, the vivid, ecstatic colors of
The quiet man walks through the town, alone. Sits in cafés, pours & drinks his coffee, alone. Taps his pencil on the table, watches
The man in front of the ice cream store is covered with tattoos: stars and planets orbit his wrists, a bouquet of roses blooms