Arles, c. 21 August 1888
I write you these few words in a hurry, as I don't want to
postpone telling you how pleased I am that you are in Paris,
and I suppose you are going to see a lot of things in the days
to come. It is not quite impossible that next year, when I
shall be living with my friend Gauguin, you will happen to go
as far as the Mediterranean. I am convinced you too will think
it beautiful here.
What is your opinion of that picture of Gauguin's, the one
with those Negresses which Theo has? - I could imagine you
might understand it. At the moment I am working on a bunch of
twelve sunflowers in a yellow earthenware pot,
and I intend to decorate the whole studio with nothing but
I hope you will go often to the Luxembourg, and also to go
see the modern pictures in the Louvre, so that you will gain an
understanding of what a Millet, a Jules Breton, a Daubigny, a
Corot is. I make you a present of all the rest - except
Although at present they are working in quite a different
manner, the work of Delacroix, and Millet, and Corot will last,
and the changes in style will not affect it.
I hope when you go back to Holland you will take along some
study of mine to decorate your room.
If I can get the mother and father to allow me to do a
picture of it, I am going to paint a baby in a cradle one of
these days. The father has refused to have it baptized - he is
an ardent revolutionary - and when the family grumbled,
possibly on account of the christening feast, he told them that
the christening feast would take place nonetheless, and that he
would baptize the child himself. Then he sang the
“Marseillaise” in a frightful voice, after which he
called the child Marcelle, after the daughter of “le brav
général Boulanger,” to the great
indignation of this innocent baby's grandmother and some other
members of the family.
I am getting to think the country here more and more
beautiful. Have you read Tartarin de Tarascon by Daudet? You
should, you know, and Tartarin sur les Alpes, for they are
certainly not among the least of Daudet's novels.
I am sure you will observe that in summer the sun is a great
deal hotter in Paris than at home.
I think I should not object to going even a bit farther, I
mean where the country is less flat, seeing that in point of
fact I never saw a mountain in my life. As soon as Gauguin is
here, I suppose we shall do it. But until then I am going to
stay in Arles. And after he has come I should like to go on a
walking tour with him all over Provence.
I am very busy working on my sunflowers, and in reality I
have nothing to say.
So I had better stop. Wishing you and Theo truly nice days
and fine weather,
At this time, Vincent was 35 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Wilhelmina van Gogh. Written c. 21 August 1888 in Arles. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number W06.
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