Vincent van Gogh was born 160 years ago today. He lived a life full of creativity and loneliness. I first read about him when I was 11 years old and always felt that I could relate to him more than most people. His artistic output was amazing, not just because of the quantity, but also because of his skill and changing styles. At the end, it was as if he was squeezing emotions onto his pictures, instead of paint.
As the song says "The world was never meant for one as beautiful you..."