TM: Fan letter
Apr. 9th, 2007 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alainn_aislinnDearest Vincent,
I still have the painting you painted and left in the field for me on my wall. Everyone thinks it's a print or an imitation, of course, but I just smile, because I know the truth. There has never been anyone who has quite captured the world the way you saw it, the way I saw it through your eyes. The colors, the hazing, the halos of light around ordinary objects that made it all look like something more from home than here.
The nights at Arles, up late, watching you paint Starry Night, talking to you even though I never thought you actually heard me are some of my fondest memories of those days. You gave me hope when things seemed hard, were a breath of fresh air when they'd put Oscar in that horrible place. We worked well together, you and I, and I was delighted by the new medium, away from words and into color and dancing lights.
Theo never understood, and I am sorry for that. Causing strife for you was never my intention, you must know that. Your brilliance was just a light that pulled me all the way across the sea, to a land I barely knew. I had to touch it, to touch you, to let it shine 'round us both. There has not been another painter to touch me so, since you. I retreat to words and rhyme and the power in them, because none can compete to capture the world so brilliantly as you did.
Thank you for sharing that with all of us. For letting me be a part of it, to touch you, to let you grow and glow and shine all the brighter.
You are remembered, and you are missed.
Love,
Aislinn
P.S. I am very sorry about the insanity. I don't think that was my fault, though it does seem to happen on a semi-regular basis around me, so if on the off chance it was...I am sorry.
I still have the painting you painted and left in the field for me on my wall. Everyone thinks it's a print or an imitation, of course, but I just smile, because I know the truth. There has never been anyone who has quite captured the world the way you saw it, the way I saw it through your eyes. The colors, the hazing, the halos of light around ordinary objects that made it all look like something more from home than here.
The nights at Arles, up late, watching you paint Starry Night, talking to you even though I never thought you actually heard me are some of my fondest memories of those days. You gave me hope when things seemed hard, were a breath of fresh air when they'd put Oscar in that horrible place. We worked well together, you and I, and I was delighted by the new medium, away from words and into color and dancing lights.
Theo never understood, and I am sorry for that. Causing strife for you was never my intention, you must know that. Your brilliance was just a light that pulled me all the way across the sea, to a land I barely knew. I had to touch it, to touch you, to let it shine 'round us both. There has not been another painter to touch me so, since you. I retreat to words and rhyme and the power in them, because none can compete to capture the world so brilliantly as you did.
Thank you for sharing that with all of us. For letting me be a part of it, to touch you, to let you grow and glow and shine all the brighter.
You are remembered, and you are missed.
Love,
Aislinn
P.S. I am very sorry about the insanity. I don't think that was my fault, though it does seem to happen on a semi-regular basis around me, so if on the off chance it was...I am sorry.
