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Starry Night is often considered to be Van Gogh's pinnacle achievement.
At last I have a landscape with olive trees, and also a new study of a starry sky.
Through the iron-barred window I can make out a square of wheat in an enclosure, a perspective in the manner of Van Goyen, above which in the morning I see the sun rise in its glory.
... for a few days now I've been going outside to work in the neighbourhood... One is the countryside that I glimpse from the window of my bedroom. In the foreground, a field of wheat, ravaged and knocked to the ground after a storm. A boundary wall and beyond, grey foliage of a few olive trees, huts and hills. Finally, at the top of the painting, a large white and grey cloud swamped by the azure. It's a landscape of extreme simplicity — in terms of colouration as well.
Then yet another that depicts a field of yellowing wheat surrounded by brambles and green bushes. At the end of the field a little pink house with a tall and dark cypress tree that stands out against the distant purplish and bluish hills, and against a forget-me-not blue sky streaked with pink whose pure tones contrast with the already heavy, scorched ears, whose tones are as warm as the crust of a loaf of bread.
At last I have a landscape with olive trees, and also a new study of a starry sky.
This morning I saw the countryside from my window a long time before sunrise with nothing but the morning star, which looked very big.
At last I have a landscape with olive trees, and also a new study of a starry sky.
Through the iron-barred window I can make out a square of wheat in an enclosure, a perspective in the manner of Van Goyen, above which in the morning I see the sun rise in its glory.
... for a few days now I've been going outside to work in the neighbourhood... One is the countryside that I glimpse from the window of my bedroom. In the foreground, a field of wheat, ravaged and knocked to the ground after a storm. A boundary wall and beyond, grey foliage of a few olive trees, huts and hills. Finally, at the top of the painting, a large white and grey cloud swamped by the azure. It's a landscape of extreme simplicity — in terms of colouration as well.
Then yet another that depicts a field of yellowing wheat surrounded by brambles and green bushes. At the end of the field a little pink house with a tall and dark cypress tree that stands out against the distant purplish and bluish hills, and against a forget-me-not blue sky streaked with pink whose pure tones contrast with the already heavy, scorched ears, whose tones are as warm as the crust of a loaf of bread.
At last I have a landscape with olive trees, and also a new study of a starry sky.
This morning I saw the countryside from my window a long time before sunrise with nothing but the morning star, which looked very big.