.....Neki umjetnici za života ne uspiju ljudima prenijeti svoju poruku,tek svojim odlaskom sa ovog svijeta pokaže se da je njihovo viđenje svijeta ili svjetova oko nas bilo zadivljujuće.Pročitavši Van Goghovu biografiju "Žudnja za životom" iz pera Irvinga Stonea....ostao sam zapanjen koliko talent i onaj unutarnji nemir mogu čovjeka ponijeti....da bude i gladan i žedan i bos i bolestan...a da još uvijek iz sebe istiskuje čaroliju....bilo stihove,slike,glazbu.Jednostavan osjet da to nešto mora isteći iz tebe poput bujice.Od nizozemskih seljaka....preko Arlesa,gdje je živio zajedno sa Gauguinom i na kraju do lječilišta u Auvers-sur-Oise gdje je i završio svoj život slomljen depresijom i bolešću...Van Gogh je uvijek izvlačio ono najbolje iz sebe u slikama koje nisu toliko realistične koliko pričaju same svoju priču....



...Nema niti mnogo slikara koje su opjevali pjesnici....Van Goghova slika "Zvjezdana noć" i pjesma "Vincent" Dona McLeana..kao da su svo to vrijeme živile u suživotu u nekom drugom svijetu....da bi zaživili u ovom tek kada je McLean zapisao i odsvirao ovaj hommage velikom slikaru i velikoj slici....


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.
And 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 fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's
Loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free.
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 heads on nameless walls
With eyes
That watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken
On the virgin snow.
And 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
List'ning still
Perhaps they never will.