Van Gogh Admires Van Gogh
When he travels to the future
Stepping out of the time machine in 2034, I was greeted by the bustling streets of New York City, a cacophony of sights and sounds unfamiliar to my 19th-century sensibilities. Yet, amidst the chaos, a beacon drew me forth — an exhibition showcasing Vincent Van Gogh’s paintings — my life’s work.
As I traversed the gallery, I was astounded by the reverence with which my paintings were regarded. Crowds gathered around my works, their whispers of awe echoing through the halls. My heart swelled with a sense of vindication, knowing that my art had transcended the confines of time to be celebrated in this distant future.
People were flocking to catch a glimpse of The Starry Night. Unable to approach my own painting, I watched from afar as admirers marveled at its swirling depths. Amongst them, fans adorned in replicas of my clothing paid homage to my legacy. A stranger even patted me on the back, praising my “authentic Van Gogh costume” with a nod of approval!
Curiosity led me to a room designated for Van Gogh copycats. What I found inside left me dumbfounded. Rows upon rows of paintings, each bearing my signature style, adorned the walls. Yet, these were not my creations. They were masterfully executed works, painted with a skill that rivaled my own. A sense of humility washed over me as I gazed at this vast collection of imitations. My art had inspired others to emulate my vision in ways I never imagined.
Who was the gifted artist behind these remarkable pieces? I wondered, awestruck by the sheer talent on display. I moved closer to a large painting, my eyes trying to focus on the blurry signature in the corner that bore the artist’s name.
The name was Midjourney.
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