If you’re left to wonder what ever happened to the starry night….. just ask Vincent.
Sadly, he left this morning for Arles in search of irises but instead he found a Blossoming Almond, shocked by the snow.
He cut off a crooked branch, placed it in a glass, then proceeded to put it on a flat wooden surface. Looking for his palette of colour and a brush to dab on splodges of yellowy-white blossoms, and a crusty brown twig – he sighed.
A vibrant stroke of red traces out a mood.