Littledid I knowthiswasjustthebeginningwhenitcametopaintingtheentiremap.
Thisiswhere I ranintomyfirstproblem.
I hadtofigureouthow I wasgoingtomatchthecolorsexactlythestarrynight.
I actuallytriedtoeyeballitthinkingitwouldn't betoocomplicatedbut I failedeverysingletime.
Thispixelartgeneratorthat I wantedtousetoseewhatMinecraftblocksmaketheperfectmatchingcolorsisonlyworkingfor 1.12.
That's a fiveyearoldversionofMinecraftwithwaylessblocksinit.
Thatmeansthat I couldn't usethenewestblockstomakethemostaccuratecolors.
So I literallyhadmyfriendrewritetheentireprogramusingthenewestblocksbecauseeverythinghadtobeperfect.
If I wasgoingtopullthisoffwithmynewpixelatedimage, I paintedthemountainsmakingthemflowwiththecolorsandeventuallygottothepointwherestartingtoseesomethingthatlookslikethepainting, everything I justsaidupthere, I nowhavetodoover 60 chunksofterrain.
OhmyGod, Littledid I knowthiswasjustthebeginningbecauseeverythingafterthispointwasgoingtogetexponentiallyharder.
Butremembermygoal, I wantedthisreplicatobeexactandnothingwasgoingtogetinmyway.
Startingwiththisblackblog.
I meanlookatthisthing.
Whatevenisthis?
I justrealizedtomatchtheshapeofthisthing.
I'm gonnahavetobuilditblockforblock.
Sothat's what I didoverthecourseoftwodays, I perfectlyreplicatedwhat I'm nowthinkingis a treeandthencoloreditinbasedonmytreehypothesis.
Thisisactuallytheonlypartofthebuildwhere I didn't referencethepixelatedimage, thedarkgreenandtheoriginalpaintingtranslatedtojuststraightblackand I don't think I'veeverseen a blacktreenowthat I had a referencepointinthelandscape, I couldfacewhat I thoughtwouldbethehardestpartofthisentirebuildthetrees.
Littledid I knowthiswasjustthebeginning, Rememberhow I saidthingswouldgetexponentiallyharder.
I justtriedtolookathowmanyhousesareinstartingnightstownanditsaysthatthetowndoesn't evenfreakingexist.
I genuinelythoughtthiswas a realplace.
WasVanGoghlying?
Washetryingtotrickme?
I mayneverknowbasicallythismeantthat I hadtorelyonmyawfulpaintingtotryanddecipherwhereanyofthesebuildingsactuallywere.
Everysinglehouse.
I'm makingthree D.
Isturningintotheweirdestshapes.
I begantothinktomyself, maybesomethingsjustweren't meanttobethree D.
Maybethiswasn't possible.
Butthen I rememberedVincentlookathimsosad, stuckintheseconddimension.
I couldn't justgiveuponhim.
So I pushedonmappingthetownoutseemedtobeonlyhalfofmyproblembecausewhen I startedtolookcloseratthecolors, theywerethemostcomplexoutofanythingintheentirepainting.
Howwas I goingtofillanentireskywithVanGogh's brushstrokes?
I neededanswers.
I lookedoutintothenightskytoseethestars, desperateforanykindofrealinspiration, but I couldn't seeanything.
I justsomehowseewhatVanGoghsawhimthatnight.
I don't thinkthisisgonnacutit.
I hadtofeellike I wasreallythere.
So I didtheonlything I could, I wenttoseestarrynight, technicallyitwasjustanexhibit.
I finallyunderstoodwhatitwouldbeliketostandinsidestarrynight.
I couldn't believemyeyes, I wassurroundedbyVanGogh's workwhen I cameback, I mappedeverythingouteverystarposition, everyswirltocreatetheperfectnightsky.
First I triedtobesoexactwiththecolorsthat I foundmyselfrecreatingalmosteverystroke.
I begantorealizethatthiswasit.
Thiswasthefinalstageofmytransformation.
Aftereverything I trulywasbecomingVanGogh, I waspaintingtheskywiththesamestrokesashim.
Eventhetools I wasusingwerecalledbrushes, everythingfeltsoright.
Thisisthemostsatisfyingthing I'veeverbuilt.
I literallyfeellike a painterrightnow, butthiswasjustthebeginningbecause I wasn't justbuildingthestars.
I wasbuildingeverythinginbetweenthestars, Everysinglestrokethatmadeuptheentirebackgroundofthesky.
I hadtosomehowmakeallofthislineupsothatwhenhestoodintheexactposition, everythingfitperfectlyintoplace.
Theonlyway I canlinethisupisbyflyingbackandforthoverandoveragainandthemore I filledinthemore I realizedhoweverythingstartedtoslowlycurveinwardto a singlepointthatstarrynightwaspaintedfromand I didn't evenmeanforthistohappen.
Soweird.
Whathappenswhenyoumakesomethinglikethisthree D.
Therewasstillonelastpartofthenightskytofillin.
Evenaftereverything I haddonetogetthisfar, VanGoghstillhadonetrickuphissleeve, onedetailthathadflewundermyradarallthistime.
I thoughttheseweresupposedtobemorestarsinthebackground.
Apparentlyit's a sunrise.
OhmyGod, notonlywasit a sunrisepainting, itwaspaintedfrommemoryduringtheday, Starrynightwasn't evenpaintedatnight.
Howcanyouevencall a painting a starrynightifit's notevenatnight, butitwasVincentVanGoghdotorg.
Theofficialwebsiteconfirmedwaseverything I haddonewrong.
Did I misinterprethiswork?
That's makingmybuildaninaccuraterecreation.
A failedreplica.
Well, thesunistechnically a star, so I guess I'llgowiththatOncetheglowinghaloofVanGogh's risingsunwasbuiltoffinthedistance.
Itwasdone.
I hadbuilteverythinginsidestarrynightdowntothefinaldetail, themountains, thetown, thestarsintheirexactalignment.
Itwasallcomplete.
A month's worthofworkwasallleadinguptothismoment.
I hadsatoutonthisjourneytoansweronequestion, howclosecould I reallygettoVanGogh's masterpiece?
Yeah, before I showyouthefinalresult, let's seehowmyfriendsreact.
Okay, initially I actuallycannottellthedifferenceblocks.