[Letter to A. H. Koning, reprinted from the evening issue of
the Amsterdam newspaper De Telegraaf of Tuesday,
November 28, 1933. See also letter 571a.]
My dear friend Koning,
Having heard from Theo that you are going back to Holland, I
want to write you a few farewell words. I take it you have
managed to see the impressionists at Durand Ruel's. You'll have
quite a lot to tell those fellows in Holland about what you've
seen in Paris.
I was much pleased to hear from Theo that you are in good
health. We can hardly do without it in our kind of work.
Tomorrow I am going to Saintes-Maries on the seacoast to have a
look at the blue sea and the blue sky. And to try to get an
idea of the figures. For I suppose that all at once I shall
make a furious onslaught on the figure, which I seem to be
giving a wide berth at the moment, as if I were not interested
in it, although it is really what I aim at.
In the meantime I am getting rather sunburned. People here
are sunburned yellow or orange, and now and then red-ochre.
It rather surprises me that I have not yet heard whether the
exchange of our pictures will come off - I hope it will.
I have just finished a drawing, even larger than the first
two, of a cluster of straight pines on a rock, seen from the
top of a hill. Behind this foreground a perspective of meadows,
a road with poplars, and in the far distance the town. The
trees very dark against the sunlit meadow; perhaps you will get
an opportunity to see this drawing.
I can recommend this method to you, for the quill strokes
are more in character than those of the reed.
I am very pleased to hear that you have been able to see my
first consignment; I hope there will be some marines in the
next one, and after that … the figure.
Well, old fellow, I know I shall often think of our meetings
in Paris, and I do not doubt we shall hear from you as soon as
you are back in Holland. It is an excellent thing that you are
returning in good health and good spirits.
If you come back next year, do come and have a look here
too. I wish you could see the colour here.
I am very anxious to see the region I am going to visit
tomorrow and to see the sea. At present there are bullfights
almost every Sunday. Last Sunday a bull jumped the hoarding and
made a rush at the spectators' seats, but the arenas here are
built so high that no harm can be done. On the other hand, once
in a neighboring village a bull jumped out of the enclosure,
broke through the ring of spectators, injuring several of them,
and after that rushed through the village.
At the end of the village, which is built on a rock, there
is an enormously high, steep cliff; in his fury the bull rushed
on, and - got smashed down below.
A cordial handshake in thought.
Yours sincerely, Vincent
At this time, Vincent was 35 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to A. H. Koning. Written 29 May 1888 in Arles. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number .
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