Be so fucking proud of yourself for passing the hardest moments alone while everyone believed you were fine.
“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”— Woody Allen
Thinking about how Theo Van Gogh loved and supported his brother their whole lives and funded his art even as the rest of the world said it was bad art and how without Theo the world wouldn’t have the art of Vincent Van Gogh and how Theo loved Vincent so much that he died a few months after Vincent died, heartbroken over the loss and how his widow had him reburied next to Vincent so they could be with each other forever and how I can’t even get my brother to text me back smh
I’m thinking about how Vincent had a sister in law (Johanna van Gogh) who understood, accepted and supported her husband’s support of his disabled brother-in-law and understood his art so well that even though she was left widowed, poor, and encumbered with 200 paintings which the art world saw no value in she strove tirelessly to change the minds of the art world. Thinking about how she was raising a child, founding a socialist movement, putting together art shows, and editing her deceased husband’s and brother-in-laws letters to create a book which she could share with the world. Letters we still rely on today to help us understand the beauty and pain of Vincent’s life and my sister won’t even respond to group texts ½ the time.
