"In my yellow room," [Van Gogh] wrote six years later, using a little poetic license:
sunflowers with purple eyes stand out on a yellow background; they bathe their stems in a yellow pot on a yellow table. In a corner of the painting, the signature of the pater: Vincent. And the yellow sun that passes through the yellow curtains of my room floods all this fluorescence with gold; and in the morning upon awakening from my be, I imagine that all this smells very good.
