It’s easy to imagine the bustling crowds and noise that filled the Gare d’Orsay train station — now the Musée d’Orsay — when it opened in the elegant heart of Paris in 1900.
He stares out at us with those intense blue eyes, his bearded face bristling with reds and yellows, white, green and blue brushstrokes. Painted in the fall of 1887, a year after he had moved to Paris and discovered the pulsing color of Impressionist and Pointillist painting, Vincent van Gogh’s “Portrait of the Artist” blazes with energy and emotion.
I have seen the nerve-center of the “Kochtopus” and lived to tell about it
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Vincent van Gogh decorated his fabled Yellow House at Arles with the Japanese prints he collected and copied. “I envy the Japanese the extreme clarity of everything in their work,” the artist wrote to his brother Theo from Arles in 1888.
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Strolling the narrow cobblestone streets and leafy squares of Montmartre, the ancient Parisian village on the steep northern hill overlooking the city, you can imagine the bohemian world of artists, poets, cabarets and cathouses that flourished here in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.