Paris, 29 July 1889
My dear Vincent,
I am a little uneasy that you have not received my letter,
which contained a money order for 100 francs. You usually reply
as soon as you receive it; if this were not so, I should say
that you have had no time for it.
I reproach myself with writing you so seldom, but
letter-writing is extremely difficult for me lately; I don't
know what the reason for it is. I received your last
consignment, which was in perfect condition, and which I think
extremely beautiful. 1 Are these the things you set
aside expressly in order to let them dry? - for in most of
these canvases I find more clarity of expression and such a
fine general effect. The one with the underbrush and the trees
overgrown with ivy, the Promenade at Arles,
and the fields with the gardens in spring are
very beautiful. These and others too are now mounted on
stretchers, from which we removed the canvases which were on
them and which are now at Tangui's. They make a very fine
showing in the frames. As for Tanguy himself, he likes them
very much, too. In my opinion you choose such fine subjects for
your pictures: those trees with their dense foliage full of
freshness and bathed in sunlight are marvellously good. I
should be very pleased if you lived in an environment which was
wholly to your taste, and if you were surrounded by people you
liked, and who returned your friendship, for you cannot work
better than you are doing now, and what a number of fine things
you have turned out!
It is fortunate that your health is good. Mr. Peyron wrote
the other day to tell me that he thought your condition
satisfactory. Let us hope this will get better and better. Jo's
parents are here at the moment - her mother staying with us,
her father with André. It is a nice distraction
especially for Jo, and it forces her to take exercise, which
seems to be necessary. She is looking well, only she is a
little weak. It is the change of life, and in
consequence of the way I am being taken care of now I am going
to regain my strength, as soon as the evil is past. Yesterday
we went to St. Germain. Oh, how beautiful the countryside is.
Why do people go and wear themselves out in cities when they
might breathe wholesome air, which brings life back?
Do you leave the establishment once in a while now? Write me
a letter if you can - just tell me how you are. Don't work too
A cordial handshake, also from Jo.
1. See Vincent's letter 600.
At this time, Vincent was 36 year old
Theo van Gogh. Letter to Vincent van Gogh. Written 29 July 1889 in Saint-Rémy. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number T13.
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