I'm reminded of the wonderful episode in Kurosawa's movie Dreams were a starstruck fan steps into a van Gogh painting. He eventually accosts van Gogh at work with brush and canvas in a field. His hero brushes him off wanting to continue his work.
I'm enjoying reading this with different meanings in mind. The speaker feels as if he's in a Van Gogh painting as he's surrounded by fall foliage. And/or he's confined indoors, but enjoys autumn by meditating on a Van Gogh reproduction (or an original in a museum).
I like your haiku very much.
it could go either way as Sheila suggests. Walking through Provence and following in Van Gogh's footsteps gave many momentous occasions of being in his paintings. I often feel like looking at one of his paintings long enough, I enter as well.
Many thanks. Grateful for the different responses. For me, sometimes, autumn colors can seem like Van Gogh colors. Speaking of paintings, I was lucky enough to see Starry Night in person once on a visit to MOMA in NYC. It is breathtaking and memorable in person, a truly great life experience.
Having seen the animated movie Loving Vincent, that must be part of my reading. But it is not the essence. This is the final rendering of autumn colours. It can't be a Gaugain for example, to look in the immediate vicinity. That would be Summer. And it actually cannot be Summer, either. Or spring. A perfect match!
I've written a lot of haiku about Van Gogh, and the people who come to those exhibitions, such as Tate Britain recently, are very different, and inspiring in their own right.
I've enjoyed writing two haibun about the Tate Britain exhibition, one in Weird Laburnum and one in current issue of Blithe Spirit (British Haiku Society) where two other writers have their own haibun too! It's a very special issue.
I walk around inside
a Van Gogh
Reminds me of when I was at the Van Gogh museum, and it was just me and two other people because a special comparative exhibition was in the next wing of Van Gogh and Edvard Munch, with a party (we caught up with it later) and I could "walk" around Wheatfields up close and privately, with no protective glass in the frame. The brushstrokes continue to be deeply impressive and moving even two millimetres away from them!