When freedom is taken a prison appears.
The Many become One.
A faceless lifeless regimented existence.
But this prisoner, whose face alight with hope, knows what life had and will have to offer when these walls, appearing to close in, once again eventually recede.

His troubled soul has followed him his life through.
An eccentric of little worth is how he is seen.
Fallen from God with demons from which only doctors and their prisons bring fleeting respite.

But this troubled soul sees life and its many guises in the most beautiful ways.
Ways in which only those who lose their freedom will truly see.

Wheat Fields as the sun rises, landscapes frozen under snow, landworkers whose faces lined from hardship devote their life to the land, a sky full of stars, sunflowers and the humble butterfly are captured in vivid bold colours by someone as though gaining sight for the very first time.

Freedom is rarely valued until it is gone.
Take this time of pain and loss for many to see the colours and life which have always been there and know that it was and always will be enough.

In the words of Vincent van Gogh;
“Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it. I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.”

As has been said “There is no great genius without some touch of madness.”

Image source: Wikipedia, The Yorck Project (2002). See here.


The inspiration for this piece was Vincent van Gough’s ‘Prisoners Exercising’, his time in the Saint-Remy asylum and the life changing CoViD-19 pandemic.

You can read more about the painting here and here.

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