Van Gogh's Chair Breaks My Heart
After all, an eyeroll is a sort of drumroll if you look at things this way and I do, though the tendency is to see things from a deeply disturbed point of view (POV) as if I’ve spilled red wine on a white carpet. Not being a drinker of red wine or the owner of a white carpet, I still seem to be a kind of connoisseur of misfortune, savoring those moments when the depth of human behavior can be seen in most all of its glory.
Just the other day a man who wanted to have his picture taken sat on a replica of Van Gogh’s humble chair, crystal-encrusted by the Italian artist Nicola Bolla, breaking it and then fleeing the museum in Verona, Italy, the Palazzo Maffei, before the museum staff knew what had happened.
“The Chair”, a painting by Vincent Van Gogh, 1888.