Move On
I coulda looked at Van Gogh’s Starry Night (not to be confused with Starry Starry Night) forever. The blue in this painting was so incredible that I actually teared up. Blue is my favorite color… and Van Gogh, a favorite artist… I couldn’t look away… or move on. Thus the toon.
That’s my favorite painting to. I love the texture of his work.
As a writer, I can look at the painting and appreciate the art and delivery to a point, but I have never had the artist’s eye, and training will only take a person so far; training of which I’ve only had a modicum portion.
I do, however, have something of an ear for music and languages, and have training in both, so, interestingly, Starry Night triggers my hearing when I look at it. The painting contains a dense quiet that is without malice or foreboding, but rather of intense calm. There sits on the very edge of the silence the smallest promise – as yet unfulfilled – of a cicada call or a young child’s single cough as he sleeps in the comfort of his bed. The universe overhead grows in confidence of its performance to the mute audience, and had Van Gogh waited but a moment longer, he would have been unable to convey in color what the Starry Night would have presented.
But that’s just my opinion.
Starry Night in person? Very jealous right now. (:
I like how you had Randie lost in the Van Gogh painting’s swirls.
I am sorry that I have misled you all. It is Starry Night Over the Rhone… equally stunning… equally mesmerizing to Starry Night and Starry, Starry Night… I succeeded in confusing everyone. Yay!
None the less… Van Gogh speaks to you all as well!
…but where is Emily?
I’ve always wanted to see that painting. Lucky punk!
Oooh. I’ve done the same thing in the St. Louis Art Museum. They have some AMAZING Monet’s and I just sit and stare happily.
Emily merely provided the ticket for Randie & Ryan. She’d already been… and had other things she had to do that day.