Van Gogh’s Starry Night

The first time I saw the Starry Night, I was in the first grade. I immediately loved the colors, the swirls, the sight of the noisy sky above a quiet, unknowing town- I imagined thunderstorms, heavy winds, stars exploding; complete and utter chaos only I was aware of- like the painting was a secret Van Gogh gave me, a catastrophe for only me to see. And for the life of me, I’ll admit, I never knew what that swirly mass of dark grey was to the left-hand side; I decided, then, that it couldn’t be fire- so perhaps it was a tree, and a ‘perhaps a tree’ is what the swirl has always been to me since.

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