Saint-Rémy, 22 August 1889
My dear Theo,
I thank Jo very much for having written, and know that
you want me to drop you a line,
It would be a good thing if you perhaps wrote a word to
Dr. Peyron to tell him that working on my pictures is almost a
necessity for my recovery, for these days without anything to
do, and without being able to go to the room they have allotted
me to do my painting in, are almost intolerable.
(Friend Roulin has written me too.)
I have received a catalogue of the Gauguin, Bernard,
Schuffenecker, etc., exhibition, which I find interesting.
G.has also written a kind letter, as always a little vague
and obscure, but after all I must say that I think they are
right to have an exhibition among themselves.
I hope it is not complaining too much if I tell you these
details, but I do it to prove that I am not yet in a
condition to go to Paris or to Pont-Aven, unless it were to
Charenton. It seems that I gather dirt and eat it, although
my memory of these bad moments are vague, and it seems to me
there is something shady in it.For this reason I don't know
what it will mean for my painting.
All the same I am pleased that you have got the package from
here: the landscapes. Thank you especially for this etching
after Rembrandt. 2 It is amazing, and yet it reminds
me once more of the man with the staff in the Lacaze Gallery.
If you want to give me very, very great pleasure, then send a
copy to Gauguin. Further, the brochure on Rodin and Claude
Monet is very interesting.
This new attack, my dear brother, took me in the fields, on a
windy day, when I was painting. I will send you the
canvas, which I nevertheless finished.
And truly it was a more sober attempt, mat in colour without
showing it, in broken greens, and reds and rusty yellow ochre,
just as I told you that sometimes I felt a great desire to
begin again with a palette as of the North. I'll send you this
canvas as soon as I can.
Good days, thank you for all your kindness. A good handshake
to you and Jo, and naturally to Cor if he is still there.
[Written in the margins]
Mother and Wil also wrote me a very nice letter.
While I have no extravagant liking for Rod's book, all the
same I have made a canvas of the passage where he speaks of the
mountains and the dark huts.
1. Written in black crayon.
2. The figure of an angel.
At this time, Vincent was 36 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 22 August 1889 in Saint-Rémy. Translated by Robert Harrison, edited by Robert Harrison, number 601.
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