Aaahhhhhhhhhh. Love it. Van Gogh loved watching the stars and swirls of glaxies at night. He was very ill when he painted this, and was in a mental insitution at the time and was said to show the view from his window. He took the features of the landscapes around him and put them into this composite painting. I just love it and when you see his actual paintings with their thick swirls of paint there is an incredible energy. In his letters to his brother, he apparently said he didn't like this painting, maybe it reminded him of his hellish days and nights in the mental institution. For me it's highly evocative and recalls the many enormously happy times my family and I sat out at one-o-clock in the morning in S. France watching the stars and August meteor showers. Stunning. Thank you Henry and I hope you enjoy your time at West Ham.
Was working in a Primary School yesterday and a class had done a display commenting on it and had written poems etc.
Wondered if the adults on here would appreciate it in the way the children had.
I agree Still Addickted and I not a huge fan of his work. It reminds me too of being in a old farm house in Southern France at night and seeing the stars without the light pollution.
I like it. The wavey effect makes it look like a busy picture although there is only a few basic images. Was it Van Gogh then? Am going to Florence in Septrember will see some master pieces there not by Van Gogh though lol.
Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land. And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do; But I could have told you Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps they never will.
[cite]Posted By: Henry Irving[/cite]wow, after Dr Who last night it all makes sense.
Loved Dr Who last night. Cried my heart out at the end! Its the paradox of Van Gogh that gets to me every time. That one who shone so brightly could have been in such pain. Oh wouldn't it have been great to have been able to show him how his work would be regarded after his death?
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So he's either a crap painter, got a poor memory or was on drugs...
Wondered if the adults on here would appreciate it in the way the children had.
I agree Still Addickted and I not a huge fan of his work. It reminds me too of being in a old farm house in Southern France at night and seeing the stars without the light pollution.
And of course the song as well.
For you Covered End
Don't think preferring the song to the painting makes you a Philistine.
Music is as vital and valid an art form as painting and that includes pop music IMHO but maybe that is another debate to fill the long hot summer.
Did you mean Lloyd Sam ;0)
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
I was thinking kandinsky or matisse
.....I was wondering if Millwall have an art criticism thread going on their fan site?
Wasnt one of the stolen ones.
Loved Dr Who last night. Cried my heart out at the end! Its the paradox of Van Gogh that gets to me every time. That one who shone so brightly could have been in such pain. Oh wouldn't it have been great to have been able to show him how his work would be regarded after his death?