Intense Vincent by Anthea  Slade

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intense Vincent drawn on 26 April 2013
Intense Vincent drawn on the 26 April 2013 on iPad

Vincent by Don Mclean Youtube

www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wrNFDxCRzU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM

Vincent by Don Mclean

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.
And 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 flo’rs 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.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free.
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 heads on nameless walls
With eyes
That watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of 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

How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
They’re not
List’ning still
Perhaps they never will.

Written by Don Mclean, Enrico Nascimbeni, Roberto Vecchioni
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics powered by LyricFind

Creating art and writing is like breathing to me, it keeps me alive. If I stop creating my world shrinks and contracts. When I start to create again it expands and is filled with colour. I feel whole. To create is to be completely, unabashedly alive.

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  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladeover 1 year ago

    Vincent by Don Mclean Youtube

    www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wrNFDxCRzU
    www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM

    Vincent by Don Mclean

    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.
    And 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 flo’rs 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.
    And now I understand what you tried to say to me

    How you suffered for your sanity
    How you tried to set them free.
    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 heads on nameless walls
    With eyes
    That watch the world and can’t forget.
    Like the stranger that you’ve met

    The ragged men in ragged clothes

    The silver thorn of 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

    How you tried to set them free.
    They would not listen
    They’re not
    List’ning still
    Perhaps they never will.

    Written by Don Mclean, Enrico Nascimbeni, Roberto Vecchioni
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics powered by LyricFind

  • paulramnora
    paulramnoraover 1 year ago

    I’m really impressed by the sheer ‘quality’ of your drawing…it’s powerful! ;-)

  • Oh thank you so much Paul for beautiful comment.

    – Anthea Slade

  • Igor Shrayer
    Igor Shrayerover 1 year ago

    Wonderful!

  • Thank you Igor :)

    – Anthea Slade

  • banrai
    banraiover 1 year ago

    getting real good on the iPad Anthea, bravo!

  • Thank you so much my friend Banrai.

    – Anthea Slade

  • Renate  Dartois
    Renate Dartoisover 1 year ago

    Great series my friend always loved that song……

  • Thank you very much dear Renate for wonderful words on Intense Vincent :)

    – Anthea Slade

  • autumnwind
    autumnwindover 1 year ago

    Wow, excellent art!!! Those eyes are definitely intense! Great work! oxoxoxoxxoxo

  • Oh thank you lovely Shar for beautiful feedback :)

    – Anthea Slade

  • CanyonWind
    CanyonWindover 1 year ago

  • CanyonWind thank you for featuring Intense Vincent in The World As We See It, or as we missed it on 29 April 2013.

    – Anthea Slade

  • ✿✿ Bonita ✿✿ ђєℓℓσ

    Congratulations on your feature nicely done and presented

  • Thank you Bonita :)

    – Anthea Slade

  • Tammera
    Tammeraover 1 year ago


    Congratulations!! Superb Work!!

  • Tammera thank you for featuring Intense Vincent in Superbly Visual on 1 May 2013.

    – Anthea Slade

  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladeover 1 year ago

    MHK thank you for favourite of intense Vincent.

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