During a trip from Irvine, California to Chicago, Illinois in the company of my youngest Genevieve (she was 4 at the time)for my brothers wedding, we stopped one day at the scene of my Bohemian youth, the Art Institute. It was there that I introduced her to Monsieur Vincent, or as I have come to address him as simply Vincent. I told her the old wives tale that he cut off his ear for a woman. We continued the tour. Attended the wedding, took the L to my parents house and eventually returned to SoCal.
Several months after our return to California, during a drive in the car she sat in the back and sang, (that is what kids do, OK?). In mid-chorus of BINGO, she said, Daddy tell me again hwy did Van Gogh cut off his ear? It was cute at the time and endeared me to her, she was listening...
And the real story? No one knows for sure, but the best theory is that he lost during a severe seizure on 24 December 1888.
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"...the sadness will continue forever..." Theo Van Gogh
The above self portrait is found in the Art Institute of Chicago, it is the one I showed Genevieve.
My brother James remains married to his wife Beth,and has two beautiful daughters Danielle-Murielle, and Dominique-Solange.