July 27, 1890
Vincent van Gogh shoots himself in the chest while out painting in the wheatfields. He eventually walks a mile back to the inn where he’s staying, and the doctor is called to bandage his wound. Thinking that the case is hopeless, Dr. Gachet doesn’t even remove the bullet. During the night, Vincent hardly says anything, but occasionally smokes his pipe despite the severe pain.
In less than two days, he’ll be dead. This is one of his last paintings and has always looked like foreshadowing to me.