Arles, 21st June 1888
My Dear Theo,
I have just read Geffray's article on Claude Monet. What he
says is really very good. I should so like to see that
exhibition! The only way I can console myself for not seeing it
is to look round and see so many things in nature that I hardly
have time to think of anything else, for just now it is
I have had a letter from Bernard, who says that he is
feeling very lonesome, but that he is working all the same, and
has written a new poem on himself in which he makes fun of
himself rather pathetically. And he asks, “What's the use
of working?” Only he asks that while he is
working; he says that work is no earthly good at all
while he is working, which is not at all the same thing
as saying it when one is not working: I should very much like
to see what he is doing.
I am curious to know what Gauguin will do if Bernard does
not go back to him at Pont-Aven; I've given them each other's
addresses up to now because they might need each other.
I have had a week's hard, close work among the cornfields in
the full sun. The result is some studies of cornfields,
landscapes, and - a sketch of a sower.
A ploughed field, a big field with clods of violet earth -
climbing toward the horizon, a sower in blue and white. On the
horizon a field of short ripe corn.
Over it all a yellow sky with a yellow sun.
You can tell from this simple mentioning of the tones that
it's a composition in which colour plays a very important
And the sketch, such as it is - a size 25 canvas - torments
me, making me wonder if I shouldn't attack it seriously and
make a terrible picture of it.
My Lord, how much would I like to do it. But I keep asking
myself if I have vigour enough to carry it out.
Such as it is, I am putting the sketch to one side, hardly
daring to think about it. I have been longing to do a sower for
such a long time, but the things I've wanted for a long time
never come off. And so I am almost afraid of it. And yet, after
Millet and Lhermitte, what still remains to be done is - a
sower, in colour and large size.
Let's talk of something else - I have a model at last - a
Zouave - a boy with a small face, a bull neck, and the eye of a
tiger, and I began with one portrait, and began again with
another; the half-length I did of him was horribly harsh, in a
blue uniform, the blue of enamel saucepans, with braids of a
faded reddish-orange, and two yellow stars on his breast, an
ordinary blue, and very hard to do. That
bronzed, feline head of his with a red cap, I placed it against
a green door and the orange bricks of a wall. So it's a savage
combination of incongruous tones, not easy to manage. The study
I made of it seems to me very harsh, but all the same I'd like
always to be working on vulgar, even loud portraits like this.
It teaches me something, and above all that is what I want of
my work. The second portrait will be full length, sitting
against a white wall.
Did you notice in the Dessins Raffaeli, “The
Street,” published lately in the Figaro? The main one -
you would say it was the Place Clichy with all its bustle - is
very much alive. Figaro is said to have published a number with
Caran d'Ache's drawings.
Only a third or a half is urgent.
Among the studies of wheat fields there is one of the
stacks, of which I sent you the first sketch; it is on a square
size 30 canvas.
We have had torrential rain these last two days, which has
gone on all day, and will change the appearance of the fields.
It came absolutely unexpectedly and suddenly, while everyone
was harvesting. They brought in a great part of the wheat just
as it was.
I am hoping to go for a trip into the Camargue next Friday
with a veterinary surgeon; there are bulls there and wild white
horses, and pink flamingos too. I shouldn't be surprised if it
was very beautiful.
There is no desperate hurry for the canvas either.
I am very curious to know what Gauguin will do, but to risk
persuading him to come - no - for I do not know if it would
suit him. And perhaps when you consider his large family, it is
more his duty to try to bring off something that would bring in
enough to let him be the head of the family again.
In any case, I certainly do not want to cramp anybody's
individuality by any association, and if he is hankering after
that plunge he mentioned, he may have good reason for it, and I
should not like to deter him if he is really set on it, which
remains to be seen. We may find that out from his reply.
Good-bye for the present. A handshake, and thank you for the
paper, and good luck with your exhibition.
What is old Tanguy doing? Have you seen him lately? I am
always glad to get paints from him, even if they are just a
little worse than elsewhere, provided however that they are not
Arles, 21 June 1888
Here is the letter for Gauguin - I know that there is the
following passage in the letter:
And it is true I did not know that he had such a big family;
because of this he might prefer to stay in the North.
The utmost one could do would be for me to leave the South
and go and join him in Brittany, if this would solve his
difficulties. And my longing to work in the South is naturally
subordinate to the interests of fellows like him.
For all that, one should not think lightly of a change.
Besides, I am a bit afraid of being scolded for having
separated him from his family, or [for having stirred up] some
such hornets' nest.
My God, if he has such a big family, it is probably his duty
not to absent himself any more. And possibly he would be much
happier if you simply bought a picture from him once in a
If for the present I have neither referred to these two
passages in his letter nor to certain others, it is because I
feel it is too difficult to say Yes to them candidly. If on the
other hand his whole plan is nothing but a fata morgana, which
consequently will disappear of its own accord, he will speak of
But there are the travelling expenses, the debt at the inn,
his doctor's bill; now he mentions another debt of 300 francs,
which he will pay off with that picture, if that art lover he
knows agrees. But if he doesn't agree…?
In short, it would not be very prudent to hold out
expectations beyond our means, and to enter into greater
obligations than we could fulfill. Gauguin may say that he is
very, very agitated, and this is bad enough, and will not do
his work any good. No, one must not change haphazardly, without
taking into account those doubts and alterations whose
existence is not auspicious. The more I calm down here, and the
more I recover my strength, the more I feel that after all work
is the only sure thing. I admit that, if life in Brittany is
considerably cheaper, I should if necessary have to sacrifice
my plan to work here, and this I shall do with pleasure if it
is to his advantage. But all the more reason to work hard at
the fifty pictures that I should like to have finished before
speaking again about projects of the kind we discussed last
Just now a letter arrived from home. We must try to arrange things in such a
way that you are not overburdened with expenses; that is what
is necessary, and it is serious enough.
At this time, Vincent was 35 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 21 June 1888 in Arles. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 501.
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