Of course, I'd seen it many times in reproductions, but to actually be standing in front of the original piece, knowing that he touched, but inches away from where I was standing, that canvas, those colors, these famous brushstrokes in 1889 were as vivid to me as if he had finished the painting but ten minutes ago.
Vincent said: "When I am at work, I feel an unlimited faith in art, and am sure I shall succeed, but in days of physical prostration I feel that faith diminishing, and a doubt overwhelms me which I try to conquer by setting to work once again."
Certainly I am not a great artist, but from a creative standpoint, which an entrepreneur must by nature be, I understand that statement to my very bones.
When I create a business, "....I am sure I shall succeed." I also have, "an unlimited faith." I do not know where this belief comes from, exactly- except to say that it is not rooted in faith alone but rather in the object of my faith- in this case- a solid business structure.
My doubt is conquered by positive cash flow, which reinforces the rightness of my belief- as now what was once a mere concept, has become quantified and measurable.
In Truman Capote's brilliant first novel, "Other Voices Other Rooms", Truman describes a haunting scene in a long ago abandoned hotel, so lyrically and thoroughly, I'm left almost breathless.
Perhaps the identification with the deep South I feel is generational, though not experienced so much by me directly, but by my ancestors. My great grandfather, John James Moore's, father, Tom Moore, was from Louisiana. This fact is stated on his death certificate and given by my great uncle, Urban, who also was an entrepreneur ,and owned the only pharmacy in town in, what's now called, "Old Town" where I live currently, from 1911 to 1968.
We find the character, "Little Sunshine", an aged black man, a hermit, inhabits but two rooms of the once splendid but abandoned and grand hotel- the Cloud Hotel.
Little Sunshine shows his visitors, Joel Knox, and his cross dressing cousin, Randolf around-
Capote writes... "Beyond the ballroom, and in what had once been Mrs. Cloud's private apartment, were two simply furnished, spacious rooms, both beautifully clean, and this was where Little Sunshine lived; the evident pride he took in these quarters increased the charm of their surprise, and when he closed the door, he made nonexistent the ruin surrounding them."
"And when he closed the door, he made nonexistent the ruin surrounding them."
That's what I do for a living. And when I close the door (build a business to my taste, not accept that I can't do it) I make the wrongs "nonexistent" and overcome ruin. I make up what I want; and then I be, and go, and do, and get that thing.