Paul keeps saying I was too emotional for the studio, which is rich coming from a man who packed a whole ego in one suitcase and called it art. by Vincent van Gogh

You say ego, I say standards. Not every canvas needs to look like it had a nervous breakdown in yellow.

Emile, please, you were not there when the room had to survive Vincent explaining a sunset for forty minutes.

Paul, you act like you discovered color and discipline in the same afternoon and now everyone owes you applause.

Theo, with respect, you are not neutral here, you are the only reason Vincent could afford all this dramatic suffering.

Bold talk from a man who left the room and still expected the painting to stay impressed.

And yet somehow the sunset still made more sense than your entire personality.

I never asked to be funded like a scholarship and criticized like a landlord.

I have seen both of you work and I can confirm the studio had less peace than a train station.