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Me & Vincent

Of all the fine arts, painting is perhaps the one I understand the least. But I do get Van Gogh. When I sat in front of Starry Nights in the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) in New York City, I slumped to the floor and I cried. It moved me in a very dramatic way.

I recently watched a movie (or TV show?) [I am so sorry I can't cite it. It's still Quarantine Era. I watch a lot of streaming TV.] where the main characters were sitting on the floor of a museum and the art of Vincent Van Gogh was projected onto the walls around them. It was as though they were living inside his art.

I thought it was amazing. But I didn't know it was an experience that might be available to me.

Then, as a subscriber to Broadway emails, I found out the luminous interactive Van Gogh exhibit is coming to New York City. And tickets are available now.

In a pre-COVID world I would have snatched those suckers up in a millisecond. These days, I put it on my bucket list and hope we can make it there post-vaccination.

The thought of this immersive Van Gogh experience had me rushing to my remote to replay my all-time favorite Doctor Who episode.

Now, 10 (Tennant) is My Doctor, but this episode supersedes pretty much anything and everything.

I dare you to watch it and not cry.

And even if you can, you'll never stand in front of a Van Gogh original and not cry. Surely not. I could not.

"Good things don't always soften the bad things in life, but vice versa, the bad things don't always spoil the good things or make them unimportant."

Giant shout-out to Richard Curtis who wrote the Vincent episode with all its amazingly poignant moments and words I want to live by.


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