Essay about The Starry Night By Vincent Van Gogh

963 Words Feb 13th, 2016 4 Pages
When I think about art I think about my childhood art. I think about the clay pots I formed with my thumbs in first grade. I think about the way the pack of 64 crayola crayons revolutionized the way I colored in my coloring books. I think about my 3rd grade version of Vincent van Gogh’s painting, The Starry Night, is in my mom’s bathroom. When I painted it as a eight-year-old I enjoyed the piece of art for its simplistic bright colors and the mere fact that because van Gogh used paint to create it, I also got to use paint. Now my feelings are mixed and they’ve changed. I’ve experienced more life and more feeling since I was eight-years-old and because of that, the way I look at The Starry Night is different. I believe that people see this painting with it’s bright sky and quiet town exactly how they see life in general. Vincent van Gogh’s, The Starry Night, utilizes the magic of the night sky to expose us.

My first impression of The Starry Night made me angry because of the lack of feeling I had. It made me angry that with such an emotional piece I couldn’t pull one feeling. My lack of depth in art shined almost as bright as the stars in van Gogh’s work. I realized while analyzing it over and over again that what I saw was a tragically beautiful depiction of a flaming, swirling, conflicted night sky over a quiet town. I appreciate light and what it does to life- the way it changes our hearts and gives us hope. I appreciate when the night sky is clear and the world is quiet…

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