van Gogh Me

So... I was out and about late last night, when I came across this guy painting. I stopped to look and he started talking to me with a heavy accent I couldn't place. We talked for hours about life, love and the overwhelming dread and loneliness of depression. It felt like the weight of the world was on us, I couldn't help but cry. He handed me his brush and a blank canvas, so I started to paint. The gloom started to lift as the paint touched the canvas. I knew... only in painting would the doom end. When the encounter was over I asked him his name. All he said was Vincent and then he was gone. I looked at the painting before me. This is what I found.