“Whence do we come? What are we? Where are we going?”
Nowhere, nothing, nowhere.
Over there, us, anywhere we’d like.
A past future, the top of the food chain (for now), the bottom of the food chain.
I like Lee Marvin’s answers. (see Paint Your Wagon)
I altered the thread title to make it a little less vague. Too many people (me) were coming in here looking for a discussion of oil paint color-blending and the incidence of clap amongst Tahitian chicks.
Wherever you go, there you are!
France. Post-impressionists. French Polynesia.
NOW my favorite Gauguin is probably the Jacob Wrestling with the Angel. Great non-intuitive use of warm and cool colors to defeat a sense or naturalistic depth. And THAT is the meaning of life.