I was made in a big factory in France. I was made of linen, a sturdy brownish fabric. So I am still very strong even though I am 127 years old. Let me tell you my story.
I can still remember the first place I lived in. It was a stationery shop. I had been there for a month, but no one came to buy me. Then, there was a woman picking me up and bringing me to an unknown place. I was very excited before I knew it was a psychiatric hospital.
I saw many people who had problems there. They were all crazy! I was afraid I would be hurt. Suddenly, a man called Van Gogh picked me up. He just looked at me for a few days but did not do anything.
One day, my master, Van Gogh, picked me up. He looked at the sky and began to start putting some oil paint on me. Oh! After he finished the drawing, I found that I was black and blue in color. There were just stars but there weren’t any people on my face. I was very disappointed and quite dissatisfied with my appearance. The painting was so boring and did not look attractive!
When I looked at my friends, I found that there were all painted with different colors. But I was just painted with some dark colors. “Why am I so unlucky? Why do I need to be used by my master? Why is my whole body black and blue in color? I hate it!” I had thought of many things and I even planned to commit suicide. But I could not kill myself. So I gave it up.
One day, I heard of a shocking news from the nurse. My master, Van Gogh, died! I had been sad for a few months as I felt very lonely. No one would care about me anymore.
At that time, some people took away all of the paintings of Van Gogh, including me. They bought us to a strange place. It was very special and spectacular. It was full of great paintings. I was in the Museum of Modern Art!
Now, I am always appreciated by people. All the people are admiring me. I become a famous painting.
That’s me– The Starry Night! I am not just a normal piece of canvas now! I need to thank my master, Van Gogh!