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.
