What if Vincent van Gogh had not merely painted the swirling skies of The Starry Night, but had continued the series by traveling through time alongside a black cat and two of his companions?
He might have visited a Paris of the future, crowned with vast glass domes, where the Eiffel Tower had been transformed into a collector of sunlight. In other canvases, dinosaurs wander across endless fields, waiting for the meteor’s fall, while sunflowers continue to rise beneath skies painted in his unmistakable impasto.
Vincent took Margot Begemann and Ursula Loyer — his beloved companions — with him on his journey. After all, who else could evoke that feeling of hopeless melancholy, intensify the solitude of the endless universe?
The machine, of course, ran on absinthe.
Even the mysteries of his own life begin to take on new shapes here: perhaps he injured his ear while recklessly playing with a katana in modern Tokyo… or while helping a girl take a selfie.
This is not about copying Van Gogh.
It is about asking a different question: what might light have looked like if it had continued to live on his canvases?
Here, there is still warmth.
Still struggle.
Still beauty.
Gold still wrestles with blue.
Shadows still breathe.
Time still flows.
And somewhere nearby, most likely, a black cat wanders quietly – making sure no one finishes the painting too quickly.
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