It was a magnificent, starry night. The dark skies were filled with whirls of sparkles decorations. Vincent’s cottage was on a hill above the tiny village, and the landscape was breathtaking. He could hear nothing but the beat of his heart, and the hums in his head. They were pleading him to paint. After he had thanked the divine voices in his head, he made his first brush stroke on the canvas and fell into a deep trance of masterful creativity.

A short narrative about the painting Starry Night - example