Vincent Van Gogh's life story has always made me sad. The poverty, the mental illness, the lack of recognition during his lifetime... the quintessential starving, struggling artist biography. How could the world not see the undeniable brilliance of his art? Painting was so drab and boring before he came along. I'm glad I had a chance to see his work at the Art Institute. All around downtown Chicago there were window displays inspired by the Van Gogh's Bedrooms exhibit.
Finally, last Thursday, I had a chance to squeeze into the crowded galleries to see it for myself.
I was especially impressed by the replica of the bedroom at the yellow house.
Today is the last day of the show. If you're in Chicago and want to see it, you should probably go to the Art Institute right now and stand in line. (Which probably will extend to the end of the block, if not around the corner.) Maybe if you're lucky you can get into the museum before it closes.
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