A reflective Love Letter to Vincent exploring art, memory, and a real-life encounter in Berlin that deepened a lifelong connection with Van Gogh.   Love Letter to Vincent There are certain affections that do not arrive with permission. They begin quietly, often in childhood, and then remain—unquestioned, almost invisible, yet deeply formative. Writing this Love Letter to Vincent, I find myself returning not to a grand moment, but to a subtle shift. A young girl standing before something she could not explain, yet could not leave behind. Over the years, that early encounter does not fade. Instead, it rearranges perception.…