Starry, Starry Night~1971~Written and Performed by Don McLean

I've always had a curious affinity for Vincent Van Gogh. It has become much more than simply looking at his works and admiring them. It has become looking at his work and seeing the suffering of his soul.

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Starry Night

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Starry Night Over The Rhone

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Cafe Terrace At Night

Looking at his paintings of the night, I see the light that he took pains to put into them and I wonder about the sad darkness in his heart.

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Sunflowers

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Vase With Twelve Sunflowers

Sunflowers are a curious choice. By their very name a tribute to light and brightness. Trying to hide the torment of his soul.

The irises in the field and in the vase.

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Irises~View Of Arles

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Irises in the vase.

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Bowl of Daffodils

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Rosebush In Bloom

Flowers that rather to me symbolize life. Why Vincent?

And now, Vincent, my favorites~your landscapes.When I look at them, I feel that you painted what you saw with your heart, not with your eyes.

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The Olive Trees

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The House With Ploughman

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The Thatched Cottages Of Cordeville

Perhaps another time I'll add your asylum paintings. Very sad.

For me, the loneliest saddest painting~
A Pair Of Shoes
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"And my aim in my life is to make pictures and drawings, as many and as well as I can; then, at the end of my life, I hope to pass away, looking back with love and tender regret, and thinking, 'Oh, the pictures I might have made!'"

Vincent van Gogh
Letter 338
19 November 1883

Wish I would have known you, Vincent. Who knows, maybe I did.