In search of the most transcendent solution to “the problem of being alive in a deeply flawed yet stubbornly beautiful world.”
“Oh, there must be a little bit of air, a little bit of happiness… to let the form be felt.. but let the whole be sombre,” Van Gogh wrote to his brother as he exulted in the beauty of sorrow — not in that wallowing way some have of making an identity of their suffering, not in the way our culture has of fetishizing the tortured genius myth, but in the way of Whitman, wh...
Published on June 05, 2022 16:45