Watching "Moi Van Gogh Brush with Genius" on Netflix Stream. I say to myself, "Glorious yield of undulating tones; lines with purpose made in easy simplicity. Malformed perfection. Colors I want to taste - roll in my mouth for their flavor. We feel those lines, we race along them - children down a favored country path. The people's painter. Outside our short reach; invariably on the edge of reason. Gifts of sight for us you've offered. Glorious fields and wondrous trees. Flowers that encompass. Supple samplings against just enough sky."
I think of Bach's "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring":
Jesus bleibet meine Freude,
meines Herzens Trost und Saft,
Jesus wehret allem Leide,
er ist meines Lebens Kraft,
meiner Augen Lust und Sonne,
meiner Seele Schatz und Wonne;
darum laß' ich Jesum nicht
aus dem Herzen und Gesicht.—from BWV 147, Chorale movement no. 10
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