Mr. Gogh

I think next Halloween I’ll dress up as a Vincent Willem van Gogh painting. Mr. Gogh and I share a spiritual connection that was made aware to me back in the nineties when I was hunkered down in a cheap hotel in Renton, WA. recovering from a crushed ankle.

The room was as tiny as my income, which consisted of a small contract fee for a numerology program written in C+ aimed at the early Windows platform. As the rain poured down through the air-duct by my window on a cold winter night I clicked the button that would process my numbers against a database of famous people, comparing the six primary numerological characteristics.

I literally fell over backwards in that old funky chair as all six numbers lined up exactly with Vincent Van Gogh. I’ve always had a fascination with this Dutch painter because we share two distinguishing traits: both a bit crazy, and our art was unappreciated during our lifetime. The current main difference is, I still have both ears, but who knows…