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Vincent Willem van Gogh was a Dutch painter who is among the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art. In just over a decade he created about 2,100 artworks. They include landscapes, still lifes, portraits and self-portraits, and are characterised by bold colours and dramatic. His suicide at 37 followed years of mental illness and poverty.
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