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?
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