Vincent began to make his presence known in my life. Books about him passed through my hands at the library where I work.
A library patron returned the DVD Loving Vincent and took time to tell me how much he enjoyed the movie.
A blogger I follow wrote about Vincent in A Sunflower Story.
And then I immersed myself in his art and his thoughts at Beyond van Gogh: The Immersive Experience. (Go, if it comes to a city near you.)
At the exhibition Vincent himself melted from the ceiling.
His brushstrokes came to life on the high walls and the floor all around me.
His artist soul reached out to my creative one as if he had written sentiments to me personally across centuries. I am certain every person immersed in his experience felt the same.
Vincent told me to enjoy the air and sunshine. He urged me not to despair.
He reminded me to seek out the beautiful. A message sent to me, and you, from 1874 to the present.