I admit that the very first time I saw a picture of Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night, my thought was " I can do better than that". Big thoughts. From a small town girl who never made even one serious effort to paint. So what happened to the dream of becoming a painter? Nothing. It got sidetracked.
As I grew older though, my perception of life and of Van Gogh's Starry Night changed. My dream of becoming an artist dimmed; Starry Night shone brighter, When as a young girl I'd dismissed it as a childish effort to paint, now I'm moved by its consistent and vibrant brush strokes.
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I always thought he was amazing, and especially after reading his story. How he painted this well with his bouts of mental illness - well, fantastic.
Good to "see" you.
char: good to "hear" from you too...have a nice day
Love this post. It moved me to dream and to hope. :)
Beautiful!
Btw, are you a girl?!
I always thought you to be a dude, well sorry on that :P
Btw, could you recommend a few good philipino movies for me? (if the exist)
Crime being the main genre (others are entertained too!)
pawan: if it's ok with you, yes i'm a female but don't you worry about a thing my friend...even if u did think a was a dude, it really doesn't matter. the thing is, you've become a friend and thats just fine with me....
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