|Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh|
Last fall I was fortunate enough to visit New York City again, specifically Manhattan. It's one of the few places I've found where I feel like I belong. I'm perfectly at home sitting on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, eating a $2 hotdog and watching the buskers perform on the sidewalk.
Another favorite place is standing in front of this painting*. It's so beloved that I don't even need to give the title and artist. I'll bet most people reading this blog already know.
What you might not know is how it feels to stand in front of it. Well...you know that boy or girl you had a big crush on in high school? Imagine seeing him/her at a class reunion. You're nervous going in and knowing that person is there. You're feeling skittish, anxious, scared and excited -- all at the same time. You hide in the back of the room afraid to look at them for very long. You pace...and glance their way. Then you walk closer, if you can work up the nerve. Then, with sweaty palms, you approach.
That's what it's like to stand in front of this painting. Oh, and then you start to cry...or at least I did.
*It's not at the Met. It's at MoMA (the Museum of Modern Art).
Here's a better photo for you.