Starry Night
by Vincent Van Gogh
In the later part of his life, Van Gogh committed himself to an asylum in Saint Remy de Provence. The Starry Night was the view from the window in Van Gogh’s sanitarium bedroom. Although it is a night scene, it was painted during the day. The painting is often referred to as Van Gogh’s magnus opus. As he often sent his works to his brother Theo for his approval, he mailed this one to him in late 1889. He also wrote that he was not so happy about the work, which did not seem complete, as he had originally intended it to simply be a study of the night sky.
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| Date: | 1889 | ||||||
| Medium: | Oil on canvas | ||||||
| Dimensions: | 74cm x 92cm | ||||||
| Genres: | Post-Impressionism | ||||||
| Subjects: | Scenic | ||||||
| More Info: | en.wikipedia.org www.googleartproject.com | ||||||
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Rating: 2/5 stars
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Rating: 5/5 stars
Soon we were running through a suffusing wide veil of mist; neither ship nor boat to be seen.
"Give way, men," whispered Starbuck, drawing still further aft the sheet of his sail; "there is time to kill a fish yet before the squall comes. There's white water again!—close to! Spring!"
Soon after, two cries in quick succession on each side of us denoted that the other boats had got fast; but hardly were they overheard, when with a lightning-like hurtling whisper Starbuck said: "Stand up!" and Queequeg, harpoon in hand, sprang to his feet.