Van Gogh

We're staying overnight at my Auntie's. Mum, my sister and I sharing this rather small room.
Mum's snoring. It sounds like someone's using a blunt chainsaw to pillage through a car bonnet.. I clap loudly everytime duct-taping her face becomes a good idea..
It stops her for a short while, but it is quickly replaced with my sister's monotonous voice, asking me what the hell I think I'm doing. Well Rachel, to put it simply..
Jesus Christ, this noise! This hellish drone! It has to STOP!

I wonder if Van Gogh faced a similar problem, which lead him to tearing his own ear off.
CLAP TIME.. ;-D