Vincent 
of a sudden you're faced with a picture like this, if you are lucky enough to visit the National Gallery in London. I can hardly focus on the subject, you know you are sunflowers, because the title of the painting is, but the impression is that they can not see anything but light. A light load, almost a physical density that fills the eyes and blinds you. The yellow background is a warmth that engages you from the eyes to the heart and fills the back of chills. Inside the hall dedicated to the masters to the end of '800 and early '900, the emotion that you feel almost off balance, you wish you could see all of the paintings and want to have in you whole life expressing and their beauty.
of a sudden you're faced with a picture like this, if you are lucky enough to visit the National Gallery in London. I can hardly focus on the subject, you know you are sunflowers, because the title of the painting is, but the impression is that they can not see anything but light. A light load, almost a physical density that fills the eyes and blinds you. The yellow background is a warmth that engages you from the eyes to the heart and fills the back of chills. Inside the hall dedicated to the masters to the end of '800 and early '900, the emotion that you feel almost off balance, you wish you could see all of the paintings and want to have in you whole life expressing and their beauty. 
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