‘Look, I have had another dream’ he said, ‘I thought I saw the sun, the moon, and eleven stars, bowing to me.’
I can remember waking up in the middle of the night, coated in sweat from a nightmare, gasping for a breath of secure reality. My eyes would snap open and the first thing I would see was my print of “Starry Night” hanging placidly on my wall. Despite Van Gogh’s feverish brushstrokes painted within the walls of a Saint-Rémy mental institution, this picture has always had a calming effect on me and on the cold evenings when the rest of the house was silent, I would return to sleep with his jewel-toned moon lighting my way to slumber.
Art is an interesting medium in that it is internalized
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