"Poor" Chuck Connelly

On Sunday I watched the documentary about the painter Chuck Connelly, The Art Of Failure on HBO. There are three thing I learned about him- he loves to paint, he has rage about the unfairness of life, and he has a drinking problem.
From my perspective Connelly comes off as a once earnest puppy putting complete trust in his master only to be entirely abused and mistreated to become a dog who bites anyone who comes near him. It's fucked up how they cheated him and used him but the art world seems to operate that way, so why expect anything different? There's not a single artist on this earth who would want to sell they're work at $500 to a gallery only to find out that the gallery turned around and sold it for $10,000, but you either learn a lesson from it or you mark it as another notch of reasons why the world sucks.
Where Chuck Connelly is now in his life, few people return from; he thinks he's realized how awful the world is so he lives his life in deterioration, and his paintings suffer for it. He thinks that Van Gogh was some rage-aholic and alcoholic who painted beautiful paintings when he was not screaming, cutting his ear off and drinking too much absinthe and or alcohol. Now Connelly is Vincent reincarnate. But when you read "Letters To Theo" there is a clearness of mind and a desire to be loving that few people like to portray when they talk about Vincent Van Gogh.
So now Chuck Connelly's paintings are no longer a celebration of creativity and a search for identity, many of them look like paintings you might find at an art fair, and when he does stretch out on his creative limb he didn't seem all that excited to go there, they actually look like muddy Van Gogh's.
Judge for yourself, check out his website-
http://www.chuckconnelly.com