What Vincent van Gogh Taught Me About Reading
đź‘‹ Hey Reader,
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I bought this wonderful painting by Vincent van Gogh for my reading room. Unfortunately, it’s a $40 print from Ross—not the real thing. Still, I love it.
At first, I just saw the whole painting. It sat there on my wall, making the room feel calmer. But over time, I got curious. I got out of my chair and walked over to it—closer, then much closer.
And what I found did something to my brain.
I started to see the brushstrokes. Colors I had missed. Little ideas tucked into the details that I couldn’t have noticed from across the room.
It made me realize something about the way I read.
Too often, I treat books as a single thing—
​Anna Karenina.​
​Crime & Punishment.​
​Ulysses.
I’m busy trying to “read the book.”
But really, the page I’m on is full of brushstrokes. Colors I’ve missed. Ideas buried in the details.
So try this:
Grab whatever you’re reading right now. Got it? Good.
Turn to your current page and commit to it. Slow down. Read each word. Savor it. Sit with the author long enough to see what’s actually there—to smell the setting, to hear the characters.
It’s just one page. No excuses about being busy or not seeing the point.
Give it a shot. See if the book gets better.
And pay attention to your brain—how does it feel?
📚 Until next time, read slowly - take notes - apply the ideas.
-Eddy
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