幸福感恩的紓壓時光

星夜,非常特別!線條充滿了強烈的力量! 今年..我特別喜愛這幅畫, 還在參觀展覽時愛不釋手的買了印有這幅大作的手提袋~ 找了一下知識網看了一下這幅畫的背後故事和畫事的意境和線條用色意義....怪不得我對這畫特別有感覺~ 混沌混亂有如我的肥皂劇家務事和心情~

以下參考http://tw.knowledge.yahoo.com/question/question?qid=1007030805973 (Yahoo知識網的網友拉達克在2007年的回覆)

畫面上的線條差不多一樣的粗細，一排排地列在山上，像從左向右進行，帶來動態的力感 。這些線條，除了房屋及高聳入雲的教堂外，都是這樣的，並且向後捲，越捲越高~物體大部分都變曲--像我被折磨的靈魂啊....而畫面左邊的是插入天空的絲柏/樹藤，伸向天際，象徵著梵谷患了精神病的孤獨的靈魂~

星星月亮非常的大,每一顆大星、小星迴旋於夜空中，新月也形成了一個漩渦~山.星星月亮等物體的排列非常優美,色彩筆處大膽而有規律.這件作品，的確是呈現出一個星光燦爛的夜晚。旋轉糾結的線條，像是天上的銀河，也像是梵谷鬱悶難解的心情，短而重疊的筆觸，也反映出藝術家急切的情緒，這並不只是一張亂亂的風景畫，不只是一幅有著燦藍色的美好星夜，它同時也是藝術家心情的反映~我的靈魂也很孤寂.....

所有的一切似乎都在迴旋、轉動、在夜空中放射艷麗的色彩。也可感受到梵谷心中不安，煩悶的心情呈現於畫面中--- 他內心極度不安和精神狀態不穩定的現象。

畫面下方，聖雷米的街景，沈睡在深夜裡。畫面上方則是藍色的夜空，佔了畫面三分之二的位置，看來有如太陽一般發出強烈光線的月亮，與閃爍的星星，浮現在夜空中，雲彩像漩渦。梵谷的星空，不只是自然現象的形象化，而是他的幻想與意志的顯現。

這幅真的好像我的心境~啊...寫了Vincent,Starry Starry Night這首歌的人, 當時看了這幅畫也有類似的心情吧~

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.

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 flowers that brightly blaze. Swirling clouds in violet haze, reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain, weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

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.

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 head on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in the ragged clothes, the silver thorn of bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 
 

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.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...