Music that means something – Day 2: Don Mclean

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The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh

I never really ‘got’ Van Gogh when I was younger. At junior school there were faded prints of his sunflowers and the chair which did nothing to explain why his work was so popular. Lots of people seemed to think a child could have painted half his paintings. It wasn’t until I saw one of them for myself that I began to understand the sheer passion of the man…and I was too young to ‘get’ that too. I only understood that his paintings were exciting to look at.

They didn’t tell us about his life either… we were way too young for the real story… but when Vincente Minelli’s film, Lust for Life, was shown on the old black and white TV, I learned a bit more. Years later I saw it in colour and was finally able to appreciate what Minelli…

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Flickr Wednesday: Branko Mikic

This Wednesday I am pleased to present the work of Flickr member Branko Mikic. Here is what he writes in his Flickr profile:

“I am a graduate of Humber College of Applied Arts and Technology…Creative Photography, in Toronto …..I will be venturing out soon into real world…Upon going back to Europe, Croatia, I will try to establish a gallery in my home town of Pozega…Hold tutorials and photo tours, with intent to teach printing and creative vision when out in the field….My passion is going strong…My love for life,and love itself has been transformed into visual…The form that pertains the life itself, in monochrome or colour….”

Where I belong

Where I Belong

How It Ends

How It Ends

Stage Of Life

Stages Of Life

Confession

Confession

Whispers

Whispers

As Tears Subside

Painful Memories

Not Meant To Be

Not Meant To Be

Neighbours

Neighbours

Melancholy

Melancholy

Without

Epochal Times

Dream Weaver

Dream Weaver

Memories

Memories

STARRY NIGHT

STARRY NIGHT

Starry, starry night

Paint your palette blue and gray

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

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they’ll listen now…..