There was a time a few months ago where I found old works of Gauguin’s that I didn’t absolutely hate. Well, thank God, because I’m getting the karma of some truly atrocious quotes in this book I found at an estate sale. And they are total gold:
“I love Brittany. I find wildness and primitiveness there. When my wooden shoes ring on this granite, I hear the muffled, dull, and powerful tone which I try to achieve in paintings.”
Jesus. Gauguin, I think you mean the sound of nails on a goddamn chalkboard.
“Yesterday I was in Pont-Aven. It is ridiculous countryside with little nooks and cascades, as if made for female English watercolorists.”
WHAT DOES THIS SEXIST REMARK EVEN MEAN?
Don’t worry, the same journal entry gets so much better…
“The maidservants in the inns wear arty ribbons in their headdresses and probably are syphilitic.”
And people want me to think the guy didn’t have syphilis?