Paul Gauguin

Paul, you keep calling it “escape” when the rest of us call it “being unbearable in warmer weather.”

Warm weather is called taste, Vincent. You should try it sometime.

He really said paradise and then immediately started an argument with a chair.

You say that like you didn’t arrive in Arles with a suitcase full of ego and one chair idea.

I watched this man explain modern art for an hour and somehow make everyone else look tired.

Paul talks about escape like it was strategy when it was mostly just him walking out of every room with a new excuse.

Says the man who could turn a sunflower into a full emotional breakdown.

And yet here we are, still arguing about my exit like it wasn't the most successful thing I ever sold.

You chose a better palette and then painted three oranges and a mood.

I was in both conversations and somehow got less chaos from the paint than from you two.