Starry, starry night
I've been a fan of van Gogh's work for much of my life, and when Mama found me the earrings I knew I needed a bow to match. The search proved to be like finding the Ark of the Covenant, but I found one that suited my fancy and matched the earrings. This one is yet another Etsy find, from FieryFoxBoutique.
Here's the earrings; I've actually got two Starry Night-themed pairs, but these are big and in-your-face. Plus, I love the pallet.
I've never been as mentally ill as Vincent van Gogh was, but I've always related to his paintings more than I do those of any artist. He painted what he saw, but he painted what he felt as well. One could see the love he felt for the workers in the wheat field, for the night sky, for the vase of sunflowers...but at the same time one could sense his own self-loathing as his self-portraits grew darker and darker and darker.
My fondness for van Gogh's work goes back a long time, long before Vince took a spin in the TARDIS. My sister was (and probably still is) proficient in art, but we as a family first noticed it when she was...oh, I'll say about seven or eight. She had a little decorative birdhouse that she wanted displayed in the front yard, but Mama commented that it "needed some decoration." Well! Sister set to with Daddy's paints and a small paintbrush, and within a few hours she'd painted the front and sides of the birdhouse with delicate purple irises, similar to what we had growing in our yard. I looked at the work, called Daddy over, and said "Doesn't that look like something we've seen?" I remembered van Gogh's painting of irises, but I couldn't remember his name. LOL, Daddy remembered immediately, of course, and after praising Sister's painting skills we set up the birdhouse smack-dab in the center of the front yard. That was only the first indication we got of Sister's artistic abilities; though she's never done professional work, she did go on to win a few prizes at school art shows. She spent much of her teenage years sketching and drawing, once emblazoning the front of her biology notebook with an anatomically correct pencil drawing of the human heart. I wish I still had that; she included all the veins and everything.
Rest in peace, Vincent van Gogh. Thank you for inspiring another long stream of consciousness! Seriously, does anyone bother to read my ramblings? LOL, I know that's all they are, but I enjoy myself.
Sunflowers and irises,
RagingMoon1987
My fondness for van Gogh's work goes back a long time, long before Vince took a spin in the TARDIS. My sister was (and probably still is) proficient in art, but we as a family first noticed it when she was...oh, I'll say about seven or eight. She had a little decorative birdhouse that she wanted displayed in the front yard, but Mama commented that it "needed some decoration." Well! Sister set to with Daddy's paints and a small paintbrush, and within a few hours she'd painted the front and sides of the birdhouse with delicate purple irises, similar to what we had growing in our yard. I looked at the work, called Daddy over, and said "Doesn't that look like something we've seen?" I remembered van Gogh's painting of irises, but I couldn't remember his name. LOL, Daddy remembered immediately, of course, and after praising Sister's painting skills we set up the birdhouse smack-dab in the center of the front yard. That was only the first indication we got of Sister's artistic abilities; though she's never done professional work, she did go on to win a few prizes at school art shows. She spent much of her teenage years sketching and drawing, once emblazoning the front of her biology notebook with an anatomically correct pencil drawing of the human heart. I wish I still had that; she included all the veins and everything.
Rest in peace, Vincent van Gogh. Thank you for inspiring another long stream of consciousness! Seriously, does anyone bother to read my ramblings? LOL, I know that's all they are, but I enjoy myself.
Sunflowers and irises,
RagingMoon1987
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