Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh is my most favorite painting, it doesn’t compare to any others to me. It’ll always be my number one. It has a lot of meaning to me and it’s that one painting that just moves me.
Today, I went to the MoMA in NYC where the original ‘Starry Night’ painting, the very one that Van Gogh painted himself, on exhibit. I’ve seen lots of really famous paintings by very well known artists…but none made me react how I did today.
I walked into the room, over to the painting. I looked at it in shock for a few seconds before walking over to get a closer look. I started at the thickness of the paint, the colors that are so different to the posters and copies. I noticed all the little
imperfections, all of the brush strokes, all of the thought.
When it registered I felt like I was having an anxiety attack. My heart started beating really fast, it became difficult to breathe…but it was all out of happiness. The feeling that came over me when looking at that painting caused me to actually cry. I couldn’t even choke back tears because it moved me so much. I couldn’t be happier.