“Perhaps death is not the hardest thing in a painter’s life… Looking at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots representing towns and villages on a map. Why, I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? Just as we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star.”
The Doctor’s jealous look. “Still not ginger”.
Cafe Terrace at Night by Vincent Van Gogh
Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there! lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.