Just one word more, probably the last I shall write from
Paris. I leave here on Friday night and shall be home Saturday
morning at the same time as at Christmas.
Yesterday I saw six pictures by Michel, how I wish you could
have seen them too! Sunken paths through sandy fields leading
to a mill, or a man going home across the heath with grey skies
above - so simple and beautiful. I think the “Men of
Emmaus” saw nature in the same way as Michel and I always
think of them when I see one of his pictures.
At the same time I saw a very large picture by Jules
Dupré. There is black marshy soil as far as one can see,
on the second plane is a river, and in the foreground, a pool
with three horses. Both the river and the pool reflect a bank
of white and grey clouds, behind which the sun has set. The sky
is a soft blue, with some grey-red and purple at the
I saw these pictures at Durand Ruel's; more than twenty-five
etchings after Millet, the same number after Michel and a great
number after Dupré and Corot. All the other artists can
be purchased there at 1 franc apiece; it was tempting. I could
not resist the Millet and bought the last three that were to be
had after “The Angelus”; of course, my brother will
get one of them at the first opportunity.
Write again soon, kind regards to Roos, and Mr. and Mrs.
Tersteeg and all who may ask after me. A handshake from
Your loving brother, Vincent
At this time, Vincent was 22 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written 28 March 1876 in Paris. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 058.
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