My dear brother,
After a last discussion with M. Peyron, I have permission to
pack, and have sent my luggage by goods train. The 30 kilos of
luggage which one may carry will be enough for me to bring some
frames, the easel and stretchers, etc., with me. I shall leave
as soon as you write M. Peyron. I feel quite calm and I do not
think that in my present condition I shall be easily upset.
In any case I hope to be in Paris before Sunday so as to
spend your free day quietly with you all. I very much hope to
see André Bonger too at the first opportunity.
I have just finished another canvas of pink roses against a
yellow-green back-ground in a green vase.
I hope that the canvases I am doing now will make up for the
expense of the journey.
This morning when I had been to pay for my luggage, I saw
the country again after the rain, quite fresh and full of
flowers - what things I could still have done.
I have also written to Arles, asking them to send off the
two beds with the bedding by goods train. I figure that this
can only cost about 10 francs or so for carriage, and it is
always so much saved from the wreck. For it will certainly be
useful to me in the country. If you have not yet answered M.
Peyron's letter, please send him a wire, so that I can make the
journey on Friday or Saturday at the latest, so as to spend
Sunday with you. By doing so I shall also waste less time for
my work, which for the moment is finished here.
In Paris - if I feel strong enough - I should very much like
to do at once a picture of a yellow bookshop (gas effect),
which I have had in mind so long. You will see that I'll be fit
for it the day after my arrival. I tell you, I feel my head is
absolutely calm for my work, and the brush strokes come to me
and follow each other logically. Anyway, till Sunday at the
latest, I shake your hand, and meanwhile kindest regards to
Ever yours, Vincent
Probably the reply to M. Peyron will already have been sent
- I hope so. I was a little worried because it was delayed a
few days, as this seems utterly pointless to me. For either I
shall plunge into fresh work here, or it is just now that I
have leisure for the journey.
Spending days here or elsewhere doing nothing would make me
miserable in my present state of mind.
Besides, M. Peyron does not object, but naturally when one
leaves, the position with regard to the rest of the management
is rather difficult. But that will be all right, and we'll
At this time, Vincent was 37 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 13 May 1890 in Saint-Rémy. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 634.
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