Jalan-Jalan : Vincent Van Gogh

Vincet Van Gogh adalah salah satu dari 50 pelukis genius dunia sepanjang jaman. Mungkin karena hidup dan gayanya yang eksentrik, banyak banyak orang melabel dia tidak waras. Lihat itu di atas karya-karyanya yg luar biasa. Buat gue yang gak terlalu 'dong alias 'ngeh soal lukisan, patokan gue lukisan Vincent khasnya adalah garis-garisnya yg keras, tajam dan terasa bener tekanannya--- seakan menjawab pikiran jiwanya yang ingin berontak....(hehe gaya gue sok dokter jiwa aja hahhaaa...)

Yang jelas karya2nya luar biasa hebat dan gak heran banyak orang yang kagum dengan hasil karyanya. Mau nikmati sepuas2nya, datang aja deh ke museum khusus doi: Van Gogh Museum di Amsterdam . Nah yang ga sempet kesana, kita nyanyi aja deh lirik si Vincent :




VINCENT LYRICS

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 flo’rs 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 bloddy 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. T
hey would not listen
they’re not
list’ning still
perhaps they never will.


Selamat berkarya,
Maya