Today I read about how and why Van Gogh ate yellow paint. I knew it was the typical “to have happiness” answer, but after reading it all and about his life it really put things into perspective for me. It made me realize that this was a man with so much talent and beauty, who was so misunderstood that he thought the only thing that could bring him true happiness was ingesting yellow paint. That of all the possible resorts he could have taken, that was what he did until he killed himself. People say that eating oil paint probably made him crazy and that’s what caused him to kill himself, but I understood it. I understood that when you are so unhappy with life, when you can’t talk to anybody or find anything to bring back a good feeling you once had, you will do anything that would seem irrational to someone who HAS happiness, such as eating yellow paint, and that he felt that was all he could do until he actually did end his life. I don’t think Van Gogh was a crazy artist, because until this moment I don’t think I really ever understood the lack of happiness life is containing right now.