我特別喜歡他的那幅《向日葵》,朵朵黃花有如明亮的珍珠,耀人眼目,但孤零零插在花瓶里,配著黃色的背景,給人的是種凄涼的感覺,似乎是盛宴散后,燈燭未滅的那種空蕩蕩的光景,令人為之心沉。我原是愛看向日葵的,每天清晨看它們緩緩轉向陽光,灑著露珠,是那樣的楚楚可憐亦復可愛。如今得了這幅畫便把它裝上鏡框,掛在寓所餐室里向日葵襯在一片明亮亮的黃色陽光里,掛在漆成墨綠色的墻壁上,宛如亭亭佇立在一望無際的原野中,特別怡目,但又顯得孤清。
I like his painting Sunflowers in particular, for each yellow flower is glittering like a pearl, but with the blossoms held lonesome in a vase against the yellow background, it manifests a dreary scene, which is as vacant as a finished banquet and only the candles are left burning, making us dejected. I love sunflowers and enjoy watching them turn their faces slowly towards the sun in the morning, dripping with dew drops, so delicate and charming. Now. I have framed this painting and hung it on the wall of the dining room in my flat. Hung on the dark-green-painted wall, the sunflowers are as if standing in an endless field bathed in bright golden sunshine, looking exceptionally pleasant to the eye but giving a sense of loneliness as well.