My Starry Starry Night

hey y'all!

My first deviation in like...ever

I've been having trouble getting back into the swing of things and I thought it'd be fun to do my own version of Starry Night ^.^

It's my favorite painting, the painting that changed everything for me back in fifth grade ^.^

I did it more arbitrary ^.^ more how it makes me feel than how it looks ^.^

obviously it doesn't compare but it was a fun way to spend the night =]

I have a print of Starry Night over my bed, my sissy bought it for me ^.^, and it's really awesome to lay down each night and stare up at it. I wish I owned a house, I'd paint my entire ceiling...I'd never leave my room Just absorb myself into my ceiling...alas! One day!

I will have an entire room devoted to art ^.^ where I can just go in and paint on any section of the wall I want as much and as many times as I want! ceiling and floor too! It will be awesome.

So anywho! My tribute, my rendition ^.^ my...boredom

Btw, have you ever heard an angel sing?

If not, go listen to this girl

Chloe Agnew

Not in this song particularly that I'm about to post, but she is what I imagine angels sound like ^.^

look up Angel's Song by her

but this is a song she did about Starry Night and Van Gogh, it's lurvely ^.^

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*Chloe Agnew - Vincent, Starry Starry Night*
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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 fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the
artist's loving hand

chorus
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 cant forget,
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in
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.