Yes, very much. It’s impossible to pick a favorite. I’ve seen the Sunflowers and Starry Night too often to appreciate them very much anymore. They are everywhere—on T-shirts, place mats, coffee cups. Like @Pachy, I also appreciate his early work from the time he was living among the impoverished coal miners in Belgium. My favorite from this period is the Potato Eaters. which has no vibrant color at all and doesn’t even look like a Van Gogh as we know him.
His later works were beautiful, vibrant and more so as his schizophrenia progressed. His strokes became deeper as he slathered paint thickly on the the canvas. My two top favorites from this period are A Cafe in Arles and the Bedroom in Arles—which he did while living in a cramped studio apartment with Paul Gauguin just before his most famous breakdown.
His last works are fantastic. His strokes become rushed, they share feeling of panic like they were painted by a man who knew he was running out of time. Wheatfield with Cypress and especially his last painting, the one that, according to his good friend/landlord/doctor, he was working on en plein air when he shot himself in the chest: Wheatfield with Crows. Gail and I had a memorable discussion about this one via PMs here. She liked it too. His advanced schizophrenia is evident.
Van Gogh is the most forged painter of all time. The world is so full of Van Gogh forgeries that many experts say they can’t tell whether the works we see in museums are originals or not, especially after the confusion of WWII. It is almost impossible to get a Van Gogh certified without tons of provenance as no expert wants to put his career on the line.
Like mathematician John Nash, Van Gogh had a tortured mind, but he was able to stave off the demons in order to create. To me, his story is as important as his work.