I wonder what he would’ve thought if someone had told him that his fame and general knowledge of him would largely be connected to the song Vincent (Starry Starry Night) by Don Mclean?
I’ve always loved the words to this song. “Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze, reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue…
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand.”
Who knows if the songwriter could paint? But his words certainly drew me a picture.