The main projection room is where the magic—and the occasional dizzy spell—happens. For about 35 minutes, the walls explode with sunflowers, self-portraits, and those wobbly irises that look like they’re melting under a heat lamp. You can lie on beanbags and stare at the ceiling, which honestly feels like a massive, artistic nap.
Pro tip: Don’t stand too close to the projection if you’re prone to migraines. I watched a teenager try to film a TikTok dance in front of “The Bedroom,” and she nearly fell into a K-hole of art history. But for most of us, it’s genuinely breathtaking—like someone took Van Gogh’s brain, bottled it, and sprayed it at the walls.
It's Your Last Chance To Visit Van Gogh: The Immersive Experience
The Virtual Reality Bonus (Or, “Why You Shouldn’t Skip the Add-On”)
For an extra fee (because Minecraft isn’t the only thing that costs these days), you can strap on a VR headset and walk through a digital version of Arles, the French town where Van Gogh lived. It’s wild—you’re suddenly in a dreamy, cartoon-ish village, picking up paintbrushes and watching crows fly around your head.
I nearly screamed when a giant sunflower appeared next to me. Not because it was scary, but because I forgot I was in London and thought I’d been teleported to a children’s book. 10/10 for disorientation; 0/10 for trying to eat a virtual baguette (I tried; I failed).
