Starry Night

I've read countless interpretations of this piece. Many focus on its brilliant composition, the quiet village beneath a sky full of contrast and motion. Some say the colors are bold and masterful. Others believe his style was so ahead of its time, no one could truly understand him.

While trying to recreate this piece, a picture formed in my mind: A breezy night, a quiet hill outside town. He sits there with his chin resting on his hand, his back hunched slightly, eyes fixed on the stars - completely lost in the night sky above.