Paul Gauguin Question on Existence

“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.