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quinta-feira, 20 de dezembro de 2007

MOMA

De tudo que ví no MOMA-NY http://www.moma.org/ (é há muito para se ver), entre Picassos, Cezanes, Gaugin, Munch, Rodin,Matisse, Miró, Mondrian, Frida Khalo, Magritte, Dalí, entre outros como irmãos campana, Andy wahrol e Oscar Niemeyer, o que mais me agradou foi este famoso quadro , Starry Night de Vincent van Gogh. (Holanda, 1853-1890). The Starry Night Saint Rémy, June 1889.
A luminosidade de uma cena noturna é impressionante, apesar de ser um quadro relativamente pequeno 73 cm x 92 cm, mas mesmo em uma esquininha escondida do museu rouba a atençao de quem passa.

O mais engraçado, é que para mim este quadro, mal comparando, é tal qual um video-clipe, pois têm trilha sonora na minha cabeça, o compositor Don McLean homenageou o pintor atravéz da sua obra preferida, com a música Vincent (1971) música que é muito lembrada até hoje. Vale a pena tanto o museu, quanto a música.
Ah, a foto foi tirada por mim com uma Cannon Rebel-XT, sem flash.

Como bonus uma apresentação muito bonita sobre o pintor.






Lyrics and Music: Don McLean, Vincent 1971

http://photos.oes.org/albums/userpics/10002/DonMclean-Vincent.wma


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 fields 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...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Starry_Night
http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Noite_Estrelada




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