'Almond Blossom', 1890
Visiting Van Gogh, 9:02 and queues have formed already, June out for the day to see some old masterpieces, moving from frame to frame. For him, old masterpieces meant Rembrandt and Velásquez, how they achieved this minutiae, that entirety. His letters declare he is nothing, his life will have zero impact on anything. Today will be blossoms, cuttings from the orchard, or a vista of apricot orchard in the cold spring air. They push out of the wood, every petal with its own story. He will soon be forgotten, as we read in the gloss catalogue, selling in record numbers.