\'疯狂\'的凡高

喜欢上凡高，是在看了欧文斯通的LUST FOR LIFE 之后。这部没有太多爱情描叙的传记曾让我在深夜里泪流不止。还记得，大学毕业没几年的我背着这本书四处出差，白天把自己当男人一样使唤，灰头灰面地爬着各式各样灼烧中的高炉，为客户安装仪器；晚上，躲在酒店里看书，或笑或哭。。。任情绪在孤独中释放。。。接着把它背到了美国。多年以后，当我以一种旁观者的心态审视自己的那段生活，忽然能够理解当年的感动和疯狂。一个年轻的女孩子，那时候是需要他这样的榜样来蔑视平凡的生活。

他的一切，在我的眼中，都是纯净。笨拙地走在世俗中的他，才能画出那么纠结而纯粹的色彩。出乎意料地，现实中短暂的"软弱"和"疯狂"成就了永远的审美。。。

有意思的是，我最喜欢他疯了前后的作品。我可能和他一样疯?! :-)

 对他生平感兴趣的，看看下面这个LINK: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Van_Gogh

送一首关于他的歌。

Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

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 you 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

Chorus:
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 heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in 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 you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.