Winds of Change Painting

Winds of Change Oil on wood Interior dimensions 6.75x7.25" Automatic writing ontologically onto receptive found substrate. Translation: Dear Theo, Things have quieted down since your visit to Arles. I hope you're not still mad about the you-know-what I slipped in your trousers. You used to have a sense of humor when we were gay lads in the Hague. And Now?! Now you get all bent outta shape about a little ferret in your fancy britches. Come on Bro lighten up van Gogh! I swear the next time you're here I won't beer bong the absinthe again. Sometimes God's glory prompts a painter to stay up for a week without sleeping and, well, you saw how I got. But let's face it the psychotic episode you witnessed at the sidewalk cafe was nothing compared to the one you missed in the butcher shop. After the adrenaline rush wears off and the pain surges back a cleaver wound is obviously quite painful. Anyhoo enough reminiscing for now. Please see the appended list of things I need you to express mail asap. Luv you man. You'll always be Theodorable to me. -V Send -bag of dirt (holds down easel when windy) -yellow crayons(I have all the other colors) -pack of Newport -shin guards (neighbor kid kicks) -10 tubes titanium white -new paperback edition of Irving Stone's The Agony and the Ecstacy(last one fell in Creek while I was leaning over bridge rail trying to discern my reflection in the rushing water of God's circulatory system)