“I paint as a means to make life bearable. Don’t weep. What I have done is best for all of us. No use, I shall never be rid of this depression.”—
Vincent Van Gogh
The relationship between art and unhappiness has perhaps never been so poignantly expressed. Dutch painter Vincent Van Gogh left these words behind before killing himself in 1890 with a gunshot to his chest at the age of 37. In a mad furry of activity in Arles, France, during the last two years of his life, Van Gogh cut off his left earlobe, but painted some of his most ecstatic works.