Vincent came to life

 
When I look at the night sky, I often feel enveloped by the permeance and the transience of it all. There is magic in moonglow and as I tug the blanket of stardust you gave me up over my shoulders, the night offers a balm for my brokenness.
Are you up there, or out there? I don’t know.  All I know is on that night, I never came back home the same way I left.
 I fell into this quote awhile ago. It resonated so deeply with my heart, it was in this moment that Vincent started to come to life in my mind. I feel like he’s comforted by stardust and the magic of moonglow.
“And if you cannot
 find your way out of the darkness
 I will sit there
With you and
Show you the stars”
-N.R. Hart
Vincent walks a field each night and looks up to the stars seeking magic. He is so close to the stars in his nighttime pumpkin field that he no longer sees them. In fact, one eye has been completely stitched closed.
Vincent is a one of a kind art doll, created in my home studio. He is a magical pumpkin with stardust pulled up all around him.  He wears hand stitched garments with antique embellishments. 
 
 "Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)"  by Don McLean.  Covered by James Blake.
 
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
 
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
 
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
 
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
 
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
 
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
 
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will..