A Starry Night in The Bronx by helene ruiz
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an Bronx New York inspired re-take of Van Goghs “Starry Night” in my style…cr helene ruiz 12-2-2012

(STARRY, STARRY NIGHT) A TRIBUTE TO VINCENT VAN GOGH / LYRICS 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.

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…

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Helene Ruiz was born January 15, 1958 in New York City. She has exhibited and curated numerous shows and is the founder of The Urban Individualists, an international artists collective.

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Comments

  • mmargot
    mmargotover 2 years ago

    Iconic New York!

  • thnx so much!

    – helene ruiz

  • Madalena Lobao-Tello
    Madalena Lobao...over 2 years ago

    I love it!!
    Great artwork as always!!

  • thank you madalena

    – helene ruiz

  • Alberto  DeJesus
    Alberto DeJesusover 2 years ago

    Oh so cool!

  • thnx!

    – helene ruiz

  • helene ruiz
    helene ruizover 2 years ago

    acrylic on canvas
    an Bronx New York inspired re-take of Van Goghs “Starry Night” in my style…cr helene ruiz 12-2-2012

    (STARRY, STARRY NIGHT) A TRIBUTE TO VINCENT VAN GOGH / LYRICS 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.

    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…

  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladeover 2 years ago

    A most beautiful tribute to my favourite artist and one of my favourite songs. Beautiful emotive, energetic, inspiring work Helene. Love this.

  • thnx so much!

    – helene ruiz

  • Heloisa Castro
    Heloisa Castroover 2 years ago

    great work

  • Heloisa! Thank you

    – helene ruiz

  • BLYTHART
    BLYTHARTover 2 years ago

    I love bendy buildings as you know :-) I rather like the way you have done the bricks.

  • thnx dave!

    – helene ruiz

  • helene ruiz
    helene ruizover 2 years ago
  • erichbiemer
    erichbiemerover 2 years ago

    most can only portray the cold of the stars…you bring the heat of them and a sense of their/our connection…..
    bravo…

  • thnx erich…luv ya! hope all is well

    – helene ruiz

  • madvlad
    madvladover 2 years ago

    geeez hel,,your cookin,every day art gqal,,,and sooo, dam full of energy too,,hope your ok???

  • thnx mad..happy birthday to ya!

    – helene ruiz

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