Van Gogh Letters

Painters Love Nature Did I Tell You About the Storm Over Those Roofs, One Single Star My Brush Goes Between My Fingers Like the Bow On a Violin That Same Night I Looked from My Window The Sea Was Yellowish Near the Shore At the Horizon, a Streak of Light He Who Dances After a Year In Paris, I'm Going South Vincents' Rhapsody I Shall Begin to Paint