Cheerful and Colorful Paintings

Cheerful and Colorful Paintings in Oil, Acrylic, Mixed Media and Collage
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Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Sketch the trees and daffodils ~ Daffodil Paintings ~ Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) ~ Fechr

Daffodil #1



Daffodil #2


40.00 EACH
Daffodil #1 and #2 in a series of 4
5" x 7" watercolor matted to 8" x 10", light beige mat

The daffodil series reminded me of a line from Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) Sketch the trees and the daffodils. If you want to listen to a musical tribute to a great artist from a poetic songwriter listen and watch this on YouTube - Vincent.

It is hauntingly beautiful, painful, lovely and lonely all at the same time. Take a few minutes and watch a slide show of some of Vincent's paintings while listening to

Starry, Starry Night by Don McLean.

Vincent(Starry,Starry Night)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 - (Vincent) Starry, starry Night

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1 comment:

Connie Michael said...

What a touching post, Nancy. I've always loved this song and feel an ache for Vincent each time I hear it. The lyrics are so moving.

c.
PS: I like your daffodils.