My dear Theo,
I must begin by telling you that the letter you did not get was wrongly addressed by me,
and so came back. In a moment of absent-mindedness, just like me, I addressed it to Rue de Laval
instead of Rue Lepic.
That being so, I will repeat what was in the letter as though it just happened, the visit of
McKnight, Russell's friend, who also came again last Sunday. I am to go to see him, and his work,
of which I have so far seen nothing.
He is a Yankee, and probably paints much better than most Yankees do, but a Yankee all the
Have I said enough? When I have seen his pictures or drawings, I'll tell you what I think of
his work. Meantime, so much for the man.
The chief object of this letter is to find out if you have started and how. And afterward - oh!
This afterward - perhaps you will hardly know yourself.
Well, it seems that these Boussod Valadon people still don't give two straws for the judgement
of the artists themselves.
I can't deny that I felt it was bad news, and that I've been thinking about it - in spite of
myself, I assure you - ever since.
You see, I daren't go on in a line of things which are going to cost you more than they will
bring in at present.
For all these discussions with the B. V. people are rather
an indication that impressionism hasn't taken on enough. As far
as I'm concerned, I stopped painting at once, and went on with
a series of pen drawings, of which you have had the first two
but this time they are in a smaller size.
For I said to myself that a quarrel with these people would
mean that you must have fewer expenses on my account. Not being
so keen as all that on my pictures, I could leave them alone
without repining overmuch.
Happily for me, I am not the sort of fellow who cares for
nothing in the world but pictures.
On the contrary, since I believe it's possible to produce a
work of art at less cost than one must spend on a painting,
I've begun the series of pen-and-ink drawings.
Meanwhile I have some vexations, and I don't think I can get
rid of them as long as I stay where I am. I would rather take a
room or if needs be two rooms, one for sleeping, one for
But it's a perpetual nuisance to have to drag all one's apparatus and one's pictures after
one, and it makes it harder both to go out and to come in.
I could do a series of
marines there, like the series of orchards in bloom here.
Sometimes I am seriously afraid that both you and I are
going to be swindled by this B. V. & Co. crew, with all the
annoyance they're giving us. But I'm for fighting it out.
Don't let them swindle you. That's enough for today; let me
know your address if you go anywhere. When will you be in
Holland? The same address for me, but I should like to move,
for I'm not comfortable. I'll send you pen drawings in a little
while; I've done four already.
With a handshake,
I shall be very hard up by the end of the month, but I'll manage; it's just that I should
like to be able to clear out at once, that's worrying me.
At this time, Vincent was 35 year old
Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written c. 24 April 1888 in Arles. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number 479.
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