Today seemed to be a constant repetition of the 1970’s. First of all, I decided to bring one of my Vincent Van Gogh books to campus- this particular book is awfully shabby and looks as if it was made during the Vietnam War. Turns out it was published in 1971.
After classes, I hung out with Dad in his office and we listened to Pink Floyd. I managed to glance at the book and it has some interesting facts about Vincent Van Gogh's life. One thing they mention first is that Vincent's father was a preacher and Vincent made a small attempt to follow in his footsteps. He didn’t care enough for the practice and eventually quit. There is even a quote that another student recalls supporting Vincent’s attitude.
The setting was in classroom at a training school for aspiring preachers in Brussels. They were having a grammar lesson. The teacher asked Vincent a question and he replies ‘“Oh, sir, I really don’t care.”’ (Wallace)
Anyways, tonight I had my Psychology class from 6:30-9. I didn’t sit down to paint until 9:45 and I ended around 10:30. I only did some filling and made small changes.
I already found a spot to hang my painting in my room!!! YAY!!
The ugly paneling kills me inside just looking at it….. but the painting helps.
I bet this awful form of interior design goes back to the hippy days.
More tomorrow!!
*Wallace, Robert. The World of Van Gogh, Canada: Time Inc., 1969. 13. Print.
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