Together, we’ll wander by way of diverse cultures, weaving valuable memories under the starry night time sky, fulfilling the wanderlust that stirs my soul. I always see Starry Night as Van Gogh exhibiting us his impression of what the wind and stars really feel and appear like—-painting them for someone who needed to physically see the swirls of the wind and feel the glow of the stars. It just FEELS like a clear browse around here June night time, with the wind blowing, the starlight glowing within the sky, and a village not far-off. Maybe a greater example of his work that explains what I imply extra clearly is his Sunflowers. The chromium yellow paint he used to paint them makes you actually really feel heat radiating off the canvas, as if you’re standing in an actual area of sunflowers—-or rather, tiny suns giving off heat—-on a shiny summer time day.