One of my favorite epileptics. The swirls are the auras, and the tree and behind it the steeple seem forward, as if placed in front of a backdrop, because of the flattening effect of temporal lobe seizures. Van Gogh makes no sense at all unless you can look at his paintings with epileptic eyes. If I delay my next dose a couple hours I can sit out on the sundeck and the scenery begins to look like that. It’s gorgeous.
That they don’t teach you in art class.