My dear Theo,
Thank you for your letter and for the 50-Fr. note enclosed.
I should have liked to write you at leisure, but must do it in
great haste. First, Tersteeg as usual. I'm very glad that your
consignments will go off on Monday, and perhaps after all that
a canvas of mine will go along with it. All the same that one
isn't very important, for I hope that you will like the one I
have just done, and the result of this will be that another
canvas of mine will be going off to Holland.
I have been working on a size 20 canvas in the open air in
an orchard, lilac ploughland, a reed fence, two pink peach
trees against a sky of glorious blue and white.
Probably the best landscape I have done. I had just
brought it home when I received from our sister a Dutch notice
in memory of Mauve, with his portrait (the portrait, very
good), the text, poor and nothing in it a pretty water colour.
Something - I don't know what - took hold of me and brought a
lump to my throat, and I wrote on my picture
Souvenir de Mauve
and if you agree we two will send it, such as it is, to Mrs.
Mauve. I chose the best study I've painted here purposely; I
don't know what they'll say about it at home, but that does not
matter to us; it seemed to me that everything in memory of
Mauve must be at once tender and very gay, and not a study in
any graver key.
“O never think the dead are dead,
So long as there are men alive,
The dead will live, the dead will live.”
That's how I feel it. Nothing sadder than that.
I now have four or five studies of orchards besides this
one, and I am going to begin a size 30 canvas on the same
everything were dry, I could send off a batch at once. But
every day is a good day now - not meaning the weather, on the
contrary there are three windy days to one that's quiet - but
those orchards in bloom that there are to paint!
Now keep in close touch with Tersteeg, success or no; I'm
inclined to think that it will come within a year.
I think that Tersteeg and not Reid ought to start the
Impressionist Exhibition in England now. I do not like Reid's
behaviour toward us at all. It seems strange to me that you and
Guillaumin have not already arranged between yourselves to
cancel the sale of the picture in question.
You can certainly tell Guillaumin from me that this is my
opinion, and both in Guillaumin's interest and in that of the
whole trade, the price was ridiculous anyway.
Either Reid, after what has happened, must buy at decent
prices, or else the artists should shut the door in his face. I
used to think so in the past, and on consideration I think so
still. One jeopardizes future sales for the sake of 500 francs
in cash, and that's a great pity.
Is there any chance of your buying the picture in question
for us? Tersteeg should be told the whole story of Reid, and
should know that he has a rival for the English business and
that we would rather he did it. For that matter, it isn't my
business, but that of the firm of Boussod Valadon, to which you
and Tersteeg belong. In great haste,
Kind regards to Koning, till tomorrow, I hope, if I have
time to write.
At this time, Vincent was 35 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 30 March 1888 in Arles. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 472.
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