My dear Theo,
A hasty note to thank you tremendously for the prompt
dispatch of your letter. As it happened my good fellow had
already arrived that morning very early for his rent. I had of
course to commit myself today as to whether or not I would keep
the house (because I have rented it till Michaelmas, and one
has to renew or cancel the agreement in advance). I told my
good fellow that I would take it again for three months only or
else by the month again. So supposing friend Gauguin comes and
does not like it, we shall not have a very long lease on our
I feel that even so late in the day I could be a very
different painter if I were capable of getting my own way with
the models, but I also feel the possibility of going to seed
and of seeing the day of one's capacity for artistic creation
pass, just as a man loses his virility in the course of his
That is inevitable, and naturally in this as in the other,
the one thing to do is to be of good heart and strike while the
iron is hot.
And I often get downhearted. But Gauguin and so many others
are in exactly the same position, and above all we must seek
the remedy within ourselves, in good will and patience, and at
the same time struggle to be something more than mediocrities.
Perhaps we shall be preparing a new road while we do this.
I am very curious to get your next letter giving a fuller
account of your visit to Bing. I am not surprised at what you
say, that after our sister went away you felt a void. You must
try to fill it. And what is there to prevent Gauguin's coming
to stay with you? In this way he could get his heart's desire
of Paris, and work at the same time.
Only in that case it would only be fair for him to pay back
the equivalent of what you would be doing for him in pictures.
It is a constant grief to me that comparatively I can do so
little with the money I spend.
My life is disturbed and restless, but then if I make a
change and move about much, I shall perhaps only make things
It is a terrible handicap for me that I don't speak the
Often now I hesitate before planning a picture because of
what the colours would cost us. You see all the same this is
rather a pity, for the simple reason that we may have the power
to work today, but we do not know if it will hold out till
All the same, far from losing my physical strength, I am
regaining it, and
I am sending you three volumes of Balzac today. He is really
a bit out of date, etc., but like the Daumiers and the Lemuds,
none the worse for belonging to a period which is over.
At the moment I am reading Daudet's L'Immortel, which I find
very beautiful, but not particularly heartening. I think
I shall have to read a book on elephant hunting, or of absolute
lies about adventures which are categorically impossible, like
Gustave Aimard for instance, to get rid of the heartbreak that
L'Immortel is going to leave me with. It is exactly because it
is so beautiful and so true that it makes you feel the
emptiness of the civilized world. I must say though that I
prefer his Tartarin for real power.
Many regards to our sister, and thank you again for your
Ever yours, Vincent
At this time, Vincent was 35 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 1 September 1888 in Arles. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 530.
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