in the night her favourite artist created…”
He was standing alone, worn in black coat, in crowded gallery. There were a lot of people, but they passed by him and didn’t pay much attention to the man near the popular painting.
They didn’t know he was called John and once he has been staying there with his wife, enjoying the work of Van Gogh together. However, now he was staying alone and the emptiness in his eyes hinted us that his wife will never stand with him here again.
Turbulent sky with mixture of blue shades, strong airflows, which pressed trees to the ground, creating eerie forms – yeah, this painting reflected his mood. He was desperate and felt himself empty. Mystical and negative atmosphere of the painting looked like the night, when Jane, his wife, passed away after the car accident. Her auto has been found crashed into the tree on the roadside. There haven’t been any witnesses, who could tell what exactly happened, so the bad weather condition has been the only to blame.
The moon and stars on the painting seemed like a huge yellow circles on a canvas of dark blue sky. This work of art evoked strong emotions with the help of contrasting colours: the calmness and eeriness of the blue sky suppressed the aggressive energy of yellow. This hidden aggression was inside John as well. He knew that his wife was perfect driver, so it was too hard to believe in misfortune on the road, but this version was suitable for police. John was sure that it was planned murder, but he had no clues.
A lot of tiny houses in the silent village were drowning in that atmosphere of cold war between blue and yellow. Critics weren’t mistaken when told that Van Gogh was mad, when creating his masterpiece – it wasn’t the starry night, it was a night before apocalypse.
So mad was John. He hated art. He hated this picture. He hated impressionism. However, he kept looking on the picture, becoming more and more angry.
Suddenly something soft and warm touched his right hand.
“Daddy, look at this sky! Isn’t it magic?”
John flinched and looked down, from where the voice emanated. A little girl was smiling and the curiosity in her eyes showed her admiration of the painting. Her curly golden hair and light skin seemed to be shining under the cold white light in museum. The girl’s white dress was completing the image of innocence and childish sincere. She was looking on Van Gogh’s masterpiece, ignoring the entire world around.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” – Repeated she quitely. – “I wish I could live in these cozy houses…”
Suddenly she looked up and saw John’s shocked face. She flinched and released his hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” – she immediately blushed and stepped back. “I confused you with someone!” – cried she in embarrassment and quickly ran away.
John stayed alone again. The sudden appearance of child distracted the man from his thoughts and made him stop looking on the painting for a while. He gasped, closed his eyes, then smiled, recalling embarrassed face of the child.
John opened eyes and surprisingly he saw important details in pictures, which he has never noticed before.
It was the lights in windows, which signaled that the houses were inhabited.
The village wasn’t silent or deserted: it was full of little houses and families inside them.
The eeriest nights have the most beautiful dawns – sometimes we need to patiently wait for the sun, because its coming is just a matter of time.
Those lights in “The starry night” were nearly the most important details of the picture – they mean something, which all desperate and mad people beg for.
It was hope.
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