a queen must listen to all. the highborn and the low, the strong and the weak, the noble and the venal.
To me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular great painter of all time. The most beloved, the command of color, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world- no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
Hyacinthus was a young man and a lover of the god Apollo, but he was also favoured by the West Wind, Zephyrus. One day, while Apollo and Hyacinthus were throwing a discus around, the youth was hit and killed. Zephyrus was blamed for his death, as the West Wind was jealous because Hyacinthus seemed to like Apollo better. After Hyacinthus’s death, Apollo turned his spilled blood into a flower to stop his soul from descending into Hades.