"Undergrowth with Two Figures", by Vincent van Gogh

之前有引用一篇魚夫寫的梵谷博物館的文章。想起辛辛那提自己的Cincinnati Art Museum 也有收錄一幅Vincent van Gogh的油畫"Undergrowth with Two Figures"。特別在這邊貼出來分享一下。這張是我自己拍的。這邊的美術館跟博物館不像台灣龜毛的。沒有空間的限制，用圍欄把美術品跟你分開來。也沒有說不准照相的限制。只要不是用腳架，可以大大方方的把相機拿出來隨你照。自由度很高。也可以或站或坐的在美術品前面細細的觀賞。我上回去紐約大都會美術館的時候也是一樣。那邊是世界級的美術館，也沒有台灣展覽的諸多限制。可以以愉快的心情享受藝術品。

而Cincinnati Art Museum雖說是中型的美術館，但是收藏也是蠻豐盛的。不是就一張梵谷在裡面了嗎？而且拜善心人士的贊助。免收門票，想去的人，就大大方方走進去享受藝術的饗宴，:)。

魚腸劍譜: 黑川紀章荷蘭阿姆斯特丹梵谷博物館新翼

魚腸劍譜: 黑川紀章荷蘭阿姆斯特丹梵谷博物館新翼

之前看到魚夫寫的這篇部落格文章。本來就很喜歡荷蘭這個歐洲國家，個人跟荷蘭有過兩次造訪之緣。對這個國家頗有好感
。可惜兩次造訪之後。還是沒有踏進魚夫這篇筆下的梵谷博物館照訪。有點小遺憾，不過我有種感覺我應該會再度造訪阿姆斯特丹這個城市，so, I will be fine。I will back one day。

也因為對這個國家有好感，所以這次看冬季奧運時，在看到鏡速溜冰時，這個運動荷蘭是強項，也會希望看到荷蘭能夠奪牌。有看到荷蘭男子五千公尺的選手,Sven Krame,奪下金牌。

他在文章開頭提到的Don McLean的"Starry Starry Night"這首歌，我以前就超級喜歡這首歌的詞跟曲。我覺得超級美的，一種淡淡的哀愁的感覺。

歌詞
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...


我本來以為Don McLean在寫他的一個叫做Vincent的朋友的故事。一個不被人了解的感傷人生。我一直到讀了魚夫這篇文章才知道，原來Vincent指的是 Vincent van Gogh。哈哈。冏到了。 再度細看歌詞，以及那個Youtube連結的一些Vincent的畫作。Suddenly, it all makes sense。但是即便我不知道歌詞在寫誰的時候，我就被這首歌深深地吸引了。我本來是為了"American Pie"這首歌買的這張從LP翻印的CD，結果最愛的是這首Starring, Starring Night。不過American Pie也是很讚的。



anyway，再貼這個連結一次。欣賞一下這首優美的好歌。Starry, Starry Night。