What is the Killing Vincent Project
The Critical Unanswered Question In The Unending van Gogh Murder Saga
The Killing Vincent Project is meant as a historical analysis and exposé, attempting to continue exploring the key questions that TIME magazine asked in its October 31, 2011, cover story: “Who killed Vincent van Gogh?” and “Was van Gogh’s death really a suicide?” on the “Culture” Cover.
I have attempted to answer both questions. This work is not meant as an academic treatise or dissertation, with every observation, thought, and detail requiring documentation.
Do you want to know what really happened
Vincent van Gogh?
Killing Vincent, proved forensically that it was not possible for Vincent to inflict his mortal wound. If Vincent did not shoot himself in the belly (of all places), then whoever put that penetrating wound in his abdomen, murdered him!
Why Was Vincent van
Gogh Murdered ?
Love and Murder, tells the sad story of why Vincent was honor killed, how he was murdered, and what was the trigger or catalyst for killing him. It also has a sneak preview of chapter one from book three.
What happened to his Lover and
his paintings after he was buried?
The Day van Gogh was Murdered; The Honor Killing That Changed Art History Forever and Led to the Greatest Art Heist in Modern times. Available now for Pre-order.
Who I Am
I. Kaufman Arenberg MD
I have always had a sense of awe in his persona, his art, and his most unusual character and his art since I was a kid and loved the movie, LUST FOR LIFE with Kirk Douglas. When I studied art history in college, I had Vincent posters in my dorm room and read his letters where he described his “attacks” as “vertige” in French which can only mean inner ear vertigo, a primary characteristic of Meniere’s disease. Inner ear disorders and Meniere’s disease became my major area of interest and expertise as a neurotologist (an ear specialist), as one of my best friends’ mother had a violent vertigo attack in her kitchen while she was hand churning some ice cream for “the boys” in high school. We were all aghast.