Café Table with Absinth, 1887
Visiting Van Gogh. What happened? In 1886? One day Vincent is working fine lines, pushing back darkness with some gold and white. Next day he’s cutting hundreds of colour hatchings into every space. The line hasn’t gone, darkness comes in hintings, but everything’s transformed. It isn’t the absinthe. What’s your poison? He’s too busy painting absinthe. January is suddenly May, an entire physical transformation, as well. The glass is full, its lemony-green shows off the glass holding it in, though it’s only oil paint. How does one paint glass so light shines through? How do you get them to see?