Last summer I read an interesting book. It is called "Letter to Theo", by Vincent Van Gogh.

Van Gogh, are you sure? He wrote a book? Well, in fact, Van Gogh never wrote a book even though firstly he fell in love with literature. I mean, before painting. But in his long way of adventures, meanwhile he discovered what he wanted to do, a lot of letters were sent to his brother, Theo. That is what this book is about. In them, Van Gogh told Theo the admiration and attraction he felt to God, how he understood art, about the character and qualities that should have an artist, about his illness, his poverty, etc.

But I liked this book not only because the interesting things Van Gogh talks about. What I really loved was understand the deep world inside him and all the wonderful things he did in life, even when nobody had taken care about it. In many senses, Van Gogh opened new ways to art and to understand the life of humans in modern society: the loneliness, desperation and sadness but, stronger than ever, fondness and conviction.

I casually founded this book in a friend’s pile of books. When I ask him, he just said it is a great book, and helpful. Now, I say the same.