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To: Robert Douglas Hickey who wrote (294)	1/27/2000 3:27:00 PM
From: Robert Douglas Hickey	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

What Vincent Saw I've seen The Scream lived it too, stark white mask capturing perfectly despair born of alienation anxiety born of the Bomb and TV neither of which were in Munch's world; he saw it all ahead. I never understood the power of Jackson Pollock until I stood in a room where four of his huge paintings vibrated all around assaulting me with his energy meticulous messes seething with carefully calculated chaos. Impressionism left an impression too MonetManetDegas, seeing the world through myopic eyes delicately brushing canvas with mist. But what Vincent saw brought me to my knees. Firstly his brush so strong, fluid and thick like the paint has not yet dried though a hundred years old, still fresh. And his passion for movement, grass in the field, butterflies fluttering: he was so overwhelmed by the world, so stung by its' beauty. Snug little houses everyone safe within and in the stars above, Vincent could see the yellow and red hearts burning, all the way through the galaxy. Starry Night transfixed me made me weep freely made me see Vincent's stars through the prism of my tears. Robert Douglas Hickey