Gudrun Kohout
Vincent van Gogh war zu Lebzeiten der am meisten verkannte Maler seiner Zeit. Sein Schicksal hat mich schon immer sehr bewegt und das Lied „Vincent – starry, starry night“ von Don McLean aus dem Jahr 1971 spricht mir aus der Seele. Die Vorstellung, dass er in der heutigen Zeit mit den Betrachtern und Liebhabern seiner Gemälde Kontakt aufnehmen und endlich die verdiente Wertschätzung für seine Kunst erleben könnte, hat mich inspiriert, dieses Bild zu malen. Vielleicht hätte sein Leben dann nicht so tragisch enden müssen…
Songwriters: Don Mclean / Elysa Sunshine / Vinny St. Martin
Vincent lyrics © Songs Of Universal Inc., Benny Bird Co. Inc.
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer’s day With eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy, linen landNow, I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they’ll listen nowStarry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blueColors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving handNow, 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 nowFor they could not love you
But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one As beautiful as youStarry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can’t forgetLike the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snowNow, 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 listening still Perhaps they never will