The Yellow House
My place. Rent's actually affordable here, unlike literally anywhere in Paris. The whole building's yellow because that's the only paint the landlord had. Not complaining – I like yellow.
Set up a studio here with grand plans for an artist colony. Posted about it everywhere. "Come to Arles! We'll make art! It'll be great!" So far, Gauguin said maybe. That's it. One maybe. Revolutionary.
The composition includes my local grocery store because that's where I spend most of my money. The owner knows me as "the paint guy." Fair. The train bridge in the back is how everyone leaves Arles. It's fine. I'm fine. The house is very yellow.