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The biggest spur to my interest in art came when I played van Gogh in the biographical film Lust For Life. The role affected me deeply. I was haunted by this talented genius who took his own life, thinking he was a failure. How terrible to paint pictures and feel that no one wants them. How awful it would be to write music that no one wants to hear. Books that no one wants to read. And how would you like to be an actor with no part to play, and no audience to watch you. Poor Vincent__e wrestled with his soul in the wheat field of Auvers-sur-Oise, stacks of his unsold paintings collecting dust in his brother's house. It was all too much for him, and he pulled the trigger and ended it all. My heart ached for van Gogh the afternoon that I played that scene. As I write this, I look up at a poster of his "Irises"__ poster from the Getty Museum. It's a beautiful piece of art with one white iris sticking up among a field of blue ones. They paid a fortune for it, reportedly $53 million. And poor Vincent, in his lifetime, sold only one painting for 400 francs or $80 dollars today. This is what stimulated my interest in buying works of art from living artists. I want them to know while they are alive that I enjoy their paintings hanging on my walls, or their sculptures decorating my garden

I__ happy to just be able to come across things. I don__ need to be happy. Happiness is a kind of cheap word. Let__ face it, I__ not the kind of cat that__ going to cut off an ear if I can__ do something. I would commit suicide. I would shoot myself in the brain if things got bad. I would jump from a window_you know, I can think about death openly. It__ nothing to fear. It__ nothing sacred. I__e seen so many people die. Life__ not sacred either

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.

I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..

Consciousness is our gateway to experience: It enables us to recognize Van Gogh__ starry skies, be enraptured by Beethoven__ Fifth, and stand in awe of a snowcapped mountain. Yet consciousness is subjective, personal, and famously difficult to examine.

What the world thought made little difference. Rembrandt had topaint. Whether he painted well or badly didn't matter; painting was thestuff that held him together as a man. The chief value of art, Vincent, liesin the expression it gives to the artist. Rembrandt fulfilled what he knewto be his life purpose; that justified him. Even if his work had beenworthless, he would have been a thousand times more successful than ifhe had put down his desire and become the richest merchant inAmsterdam. (Mendes Da Costa

We do it because we care. We care that Vincent Van Gogh mutilated his ear. We care that behind a pile of manure in the yard he destroyed his life. We care that Scott Joplin's music lives! We care because we know this: the life we save is our own.

I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.

Van Gogh on his brother's upcoming marriage: "It__ because he__ in Holland, where he__ getting married one of these days. Now, while not denying the advantages of a marriage in the very least, once it has been done and one is quietly set up in one__ home, the funereal pomp of the reception &c., the lamentable congratulations of two families (even civilized) at the same time, not to mention the fortuitous appearances in those pharmacist__ jars where antediluvian civil or religious magistrates sit _ my word _ isn__ there good reason to pity the poor unfortunate obliged to present himself armed with the requisite papers in the places where, with a ferocity unequalled by the cruellest cannibals, you__e married alive on the low heat of the aforementioned funereal receptions.

..it has always been so much my desire to paint for those who don__ know the artistic side of a painting.

The more of us that feel the universe, the better off we will be in this world.