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 strangers
that you've met
the ragged men
in ragged clothes
The silver thorn
of a bloody rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow
And now I think I know
what you tried
to say to me
how you suffered
for your sanity
And how you tried
to set them free
They would not listen
They're not
listening still
perhaps they
never will@
열심히 노력하다가 갑자기 나태해지고,
잘 참다가 조급해지고,
희망에 부풀었다가 절망에 빠지는 일을 또다시 반복하고 있다.
그래도 계속해서 노력하면 수채화를 더 잘 이해할 수 있겠지.
그게 쉬운 일이었다면
그 속에서 아무런 즐거움도 얻을 수 없었을 것이다.
그러니 계속해서 그림을 그려야겠다.
