I’ve been looking at and thinking about this self-portrait by Vincent from 1887 (One of many from that year in Paris):

I’ve put it on a coffee mug in one of my newest paintings.*

There are very good reasons why you ae pulled right in to those eyes and can’t look away. VG has composed a network of crossing lines that continually bring us right back to the rectangle made up of the line from across his two eyes, down to and across his cheekbones.
The collars of his jacket lead out and down from the cheekbones, while the head leads up and out. If we follow the line from the hat brim above his right eye down through the hollow under his left cheek bone it goes straight across his left shoulder. Moving to the left of the painting, where his jacket enters the canvas, we see the line move diagonally across the top of his jacket as it passes through that cheek, the bridge of his nose, catches the corner of his eye and to the juncture where the hat band and hat brim intersect.
Van Gogh has made a big X through his face, marking the spot where he wants us to look.
To drive the point home he wraps the hat brim around his head by tucking it behind his left ear, crossing behind to where it comes out from behind his right ear, swooping up to our left and back to the center to start the loop again. Or one can imagine that same line of the brim coming out from below his right ear to emerge as the collars of his shirt and jacket.
The strength of the composition is the solid rise of his shoulders across the lower third of the canvas. Within that solidity is the stark white triangle of his shirt and collar, balancing somewhat precariously on its point. On top of that triangle is the other, larger triangle of his head. Painted in hot tones, it exists in contrast to and enlivens the active blues and greens of his hat, the background, and in the browns of the jacket.
Either way, the lines of the hat and shoulders a working to push his face forward.









