My dear Theo,
How short life is and how like smoke. Which is no reason for
despising the living, on the contrary.
So we are right to care more for the artists than for the
I am working hard for Russell, I thought that I would do him
a series of drawings after my painted studies; I believe that
he will look upon them kindly, and that, at least I hope so,
will help to bring him to make a deal.
McKnight came again yesterday to see me, and he also liked
the portrait of the girl, and said besides
that he liked my Garden. I really do not know if he has money
I am now at work with another model, a postman in a blue
uniform trimmed with gold, a big bearded face, very like
Socrates. A violent Republican like Tanguy. A
man more interesting than most.
If we prod Russell, perhaps he will take the Gauguin that
you bought, and if there is no other way of helping Gauguin,
what should be done?
When I write him, sending the drawings, it will of course be
to urge him to make up his mind.
I shall say to him - Look here, you all like our picture,
but I believe that we shall see still better work from
the artist; why don't you do as we do, who have faith in the
whole man such as he is, and admire everything he does? Then I
want to add that certainly it is all one to us to give up the
big picture if necessary, but since Gauguin will often be in
want of money, it is in his interest that we do not keep
it until his prices have trebled or quadrupled, a thing which
we believe will happen.
If after this Russell likes to make a real definite offer,
my word…we shall see! And Gauguin in this case must say
that if he sold it to you as a friend at such a price, he is
determined that it should not be sold to another collector at
that same price. Anyway, let's finish the drawings - I have 8
and shall do 12 - and let's wait to hear what he says.
I am very curious to know whether or not you have been able
to go to Holland. I shall not write any more for the
The change I am going to try to make in my painting is to do
Altogether it is the only thing in painting that excites me
to the depths of my soul, and which makes me feel the infinite
more than anything else. The seventeenth of this month my
friend the 2nd lieutenant of Zouaves is going to
Paris. He offered to take charge of the parcel I have for you,
and I think I shall accept; in this way you will get it on the
eighteenth without having to pay carriage.
I am writing our sister today; their grief will be
Did Bernard's sketches reach you?
As our sister said, from the moment people are gone, you
remember only their good moments and their good qualities. But
the great thing is to try to see these while they are still
with us. It would be so simple and would account so much for
the terrible things in life, which now amaze and wound us so,
if life had yet another hemisphere, invisible it is true, but
where one lands when one dies. To those who make this
interesting and solemn journey, our best wishes and
If you go to Holland, many kind messages from me to our
mother and sister.
With a handshake,
Ever yours, Vincent
This week will be pretty tough, because of my having
to pay the rent and the model. I hope to do these sketches
after the studies for you as well. You will see that they have
something of a Japanese air.
I must thank you again for yesterday's 50-fr. note, and
answer your letter.
About Bing, as for being in a hurry, no, but far from
breaking off relations with him, we must have another deposit
of pictures as soon as we can settle up.
I saw a magnificent and strange effect this evening. A very
big boat loaded with coal on the Rhône, moored to the
Quay. Seen from above it was all shining and wet with a shower;
the water was yellowish-white and clouded pearl gray; the sky,
lilac, with an orange streak in the west; the town, violet. On
the boat some poor workmen in dirty blue and white came and
went carrying the cargo on shore. It was pure Hokusai. It was
too late to do it, but one day when that coal boat comes back,
I must give it a try. I saw it in a railway coalyard, a spot I
have just found, and where there will be plenty of other things
With a handshake, because if I want to write to Holland too,
I must make haste.
I shall have difficulty getting through this week. But I
hope to get the series of figures going.
At this time, Vincent was 35 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 31 July 1888 in Arles. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 516.
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