ANN: After having his application to the clergy denied, Vincent Van Gogh decided to take it up with management.
He wandered out into a field, pulled a revolver from his pocket and shot himself in the chest.
The man was mad. And rightly so.
His first love loved someone else. His second love was his first cousin. And his third love was a syphilis-riddled prostitute who proved to be embarrassingly fertile.
Suffering from malnutrition and extreme paranoia, he fled to a brothel and sliced off his earlobe.
Despite creating some of art’s most enduring masterpieces, he never received the respect he deserved.
And now you can carry on that fine tradition, by paying the equivalent of a small potato-top pie to enjoy every soul-destroying piece of work he ever produced.
The Arts Channel on SKY, just $2.95 a week. Art, for an insultingly low price.