We were sipping absinthe in that cafe in the Place Lamartine. I was buying, of course. It was raining and Vincent was mad, because he had wanted to go paint out in the fields. I had previously bought paintings from him, in Paris, a few years earlier. "I really like the one at night, with all the swirling stars. Could you perhaps do another like it?" I asked and saw Vincent shrug with disinterest. I told him that all the sunflower paintings were also excellent. "I cannot go back and paint old subjects again, unless I feel like it. I paint what I feel at the moment." He knocked on the table, for emphasis and I knew better than to push things. "All right, just paint whatever you feel, but I think the sunflower ones will do quite well. Can we go get the ones I picked out earlier?" "300 francs for all ten?" Vincent asked warily, making sure my offer still stood. It kind of hurt to know that this was such a significant transaction to him, but that the last sunflower painting I saw back in New York, a hundred years in the future, went for $83 million. He knew that the deal was to not tell his brother, or anyone else about selling to me and I knew he never did. *** I wrote a story years ago about time-traveling back to Vangogh's time and buying his paintings. The character buys a house in Paris in 1888 and hides his purchases there until a century later, when he goes to the present day house and retrieves them. The paintings have now properly aged and will be judged authentic. They will be worth a few bucks. Ha, and they said the Vincent only sold one painting in his lifetime. *** I found this photo years ago on the net and is considered one of the only photographs of VanGogh. My photo was one I had taken back in the 80's at an artshow I was at. Wanted to blend the two ever since and finally did by making the room in Bryce and lots of post work in Photoshop.