My dear Bernard,
I want to do figures, figures and more figures. I cannot
resist that series of bipeds from the baby to Socrates, and
from the woman with black hair and white skin to the woman with
yellow hair and a sunburned brick-red face.
In the meantime I am mostly doing other things.
Thanks for your letter.
I am very pleased you have joined Gauguin.
Ah! I have another figure all the same which is an absolute
continuation of certain studies of heads I did in Holland. I
showed them to you one day along with a picture from that
period, “The Potato Eaters”; I wish I could show
you this one. It is still a study, in which colour plays a part
such as the black and white of a drawing could not possibly
I wanted to send you a very large and very careful drawing.
Very well! It turned out quite different, though it is correct.
For this time again the colour suggests a blazing air of
harvest time right in the South, in the middle of the dog days,
and without that it's another picture.
I dare believe that Gauguin and you would understand it; but
how ugly people will think it! You know what a peasant
is, how strongly he reminds one of a wild beast, when you have
found one of the true race.
I also have “Men Unloading a Sand Barge” - that
is to say, there are two boats of a violet-kind of pink in
veronese green water [loaded] with grey sand, wheelbarrows,
planks and a little blue-and-yellow fellow.
All of it seen from the quay above it, looking down at a
bird's-eye view. No sky; it is only an attempt or rather a
quick study, done during the full violence of the mistral.
I am also attempting dusty thistles with a great swarm of
butterflies whirling over them [Unknown painting].
Oh! that beautiful midsummer sun here. It beats down on
one's head, and I haven't the slightest doubt that it makes one
crazy. But as I was so to begin with, I only enjoy it.
I am thinking of decorating my studio with half a dozen
pictures of “Sunflowers,” a decoration in which the
raw or broken chrome yellows will blaze forth on various
backgrounds - blue, from the palest malachite green to royal
blue, framed in thin strips of wood painted with orange
Effects like those of stained-glass windows in a Gothic
Ah! my dear comrades, let us crazy ones take delight in our
eyesight in spite of everything, yes, let's!
Alas, nature takes it out of the animal, and our bodies are
despicable and sometimes a heavy burden. But it has been like
that ever since Giotto, that man with his poor health.
Ah! and what a feast for the eyes all the same, and what a
smile of the old lion Rembrandt, with a piece of white cloth
around his head, his palette in his hand!
How much I would like to spend these days in Pont-Aven;
however, I find comfort in contemplating the sunflowers.
A hearty handshake, till soon again.
Sincerely yours, Vincent
At this time, Vincent was 35 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Emile Bernard. Written c. 18 August 1888 in Arles. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number B15.
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