The Footsteps of Vincent
Amsterdam always fill my mind and my thoughts of my favourite artist.
The colourful world of Van Gogh
was not always reflected in his life as his moods could make significant dives,
But Amsterdam with its colourful quirky houses,
boats of all colours and sizes,
awakens a sort of feeling and presence of Vincent, the man who left as his beautiful paintings with colour in abundance, brushstrokes we love and paint applied in a magnificent way.
I can’t help to long for Amsterdam like a drug addict longs for his next trip, when a too long time has past.
If there is an artist heaven I will most definitely look forward to meet Mr Van Gogh and book a lesson or two.
If you agree you can do it too.
In the footsteps of Vincent I tread,
Amsterdam's allure fills my head.
My favourite artist, his world so bright,
Yet shadows lurked, deep in his plight.
The colourful realm of Van Gogh's art,
A mirror to his soul, a tender heart.
Amsterdam's hues, its quirky abodes,
Where boats of all sizes line the roads.
In this vibrant city, lives Vincent's ghost,
His presence felt, his spirit engrossed.
His paintings, a symphony of hue,
Brushstrokes we cherish, his mastery so true.
Like an addict yearning for the next high,
I long for Amsterdam, I can't deny.
For in its streets, I sense his grace,
A longing deep, I can't efface.
So if I could meet Vincent on the other side
I book a lesson or two and to his rules I would abide.
Mixed Media on canvas
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The Footsteps of Vincent
Amsterdam always fill my mind and my thoughts of my favourite artist.
The colourful world of Van Gogh
was not always reflected in his life as his moods could make significant dives,
But Amsterdam with its colourful quirky houses,
boats of all colours and sizes,
awakens a sort of feeling and presence of Vincent, the man who left as his beautiful paintings with colour in abundance, brushstrokes we love and paint applied in a magnificent way.
I can’t help to long for Amsterdam like a drug addict longs for his next trip, when a too long time has past.
If there is an artist heaven I will most definitely look forward to meet Mr Van Gogh and book a lesson or two.
If you agree you can do it too.
In the footsteps of Vincent I tread,
Amsterdam's allure fills my head.
My favourite artist, his world so bright,
Yet shadows lurked, deep in his plight.
The colourful realm of Van Gogh's art,
A mirror to his soul, a tender heart.
Amsterdam's hues, its quirky abodes,
Where boats of all sizes line the roads.
In this vibrant city, lives Vincent's ghost,
His presence felt, his spirit engrossed.
His paintings, a symphony of hue,
Brushstrokes we cherish, his mastery so true.
Like an addict yearning for the next high,
I long for Amsterdam, I can't deny.
For in its streets, I sense his grace,
A longing deep, I can't efface.
So if I could meet Vincent on the other side
I book a lesson or two and to his rules I would abide.
Mixed Media on canvas
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