Thursday, February 08, 2007

WORK OF ART

I took another blogthings quiz. This one was to find out which work of art I would be. I had to choose words that described my mood. Words such as dreamy, wistful, alive and creative prompted this choice of art below.

You Are Best Described By...




The Starry Night

by Vincent van Gogh

Now I would have to say that I may agree with this choice. (Of course I think Venus rising out of the ocean would have been another lovely choice.)

Below is a shot of the corner of my home office where I sit every day working. As you look at the print hanging on the wall you will see- what else- Starry Starry Night.
Is that freaky, or what?




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.

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 flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

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.

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 head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

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 listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

Don Mclean

6 comments:

Barbara said...

I love the painting and I love Don McLean's Starry, Starry Night and if those both describe you, we would probably get along quite well. With all the art out there to match yourself up to, that is pretty freaky!

GEWELS said...

Yup!! Freaky- kind of like my life these days. Excuse my spelling I've had two caramel apple martinis as I write this!

red-dirt-girl said...

Oh gewels......I love that song......and the synchronicity of paintings.......another one of those eerie things happening around here........linking you up girl!

rdg

India, the Hippie Chick said...

That *is freaky, Gewels! But cool ... :)

Mother of Invention said...

I love both the song and picture! I wonder if Van Goh has heard the song from wherever he holds his brush now?!

mdz said...

something very strange...strange this association...but beautiful.
Starry night is one of the best paintings ever painted,so emotional. Van Gogh was incredible!
Bye