I say this because the melancholy sea was his main subject, he loved ships in moody darkness.
We happen to have two of his paintings, but most visitors probably don’t know that. The equestrian on the left, and on the right, mother and child.
In his personal life, he lived in a pit of a New York apartment, ate only bread and milk and slept on a rolled out piece of carpet. He needed little of the material world, and thought artists as a lot should sacrifice worldly goods for creative endeavors. He said "The artist needs but a roof, a crust of bread and his easel, and all the rest God gives him in abundance. He must live to paint and not paint to live.”
He wasn’t a bad guy, and so I say Happy Birthday Albert, for you I post my most favorite poem by Edgar Allen Poe, the poet you've been compared to and I can see why.
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
I was a child and she was a child,
But our love was stronger by far than the love