Thank you very much for your article in the Mercure de France,1
which greatly surprised me. I like it very much as a work of art in itself, I feel that you create colours with your words; anyway I rediscover my canvases in your article, but better than they really are — richer, more significant. However, I feel ill at ease when I reflect that what you say should be applied to others rather than to me. For example, to Monticelli
above all. Speaking of ‘he is – as far as I know – the only painter who perceives the coloration of things with such intensity, with such a metallic, gem-like quality’2
– if you will please go and see a particular bouquet by Monticelli at my brother’s place – bouquet in white, forget-me-not blue and orange3
– then you will feel what I mean. But for a long time the best, the most astonishing Monticellis, have been in Scotland, in England.4
In a museum in the north however – the one in Lille I think, there must still be a marvel by him,5
far richer and certainly no less French than Watteau
’s Departure for Cythera.6
At present Mr Lauzet
is in the process of reproducing around thirty Monticellis.7
Here you have it, as far as I know there is no colourist who comes so straight and directly from Delacroix
; and yet it is likely, in my opinion, that Monticelli only had Delacroix’s colour theories at second hand; in particular he had them from Diaz
It seems to me that his, Monticelli’s, artistic temperament is exactly that of the author of the Decameron – Boccaccio
– a melancholy man, an unhappy, rather resigned man, seeing high society’s party pass by, the lovers of his day, painting them, analyzing them, he – the outcast.9
Oh! He does not imitate
Boccaccio any more than Henri Leys
imitated the primitives.10
Well, this was to say that things seem to have strayed onto my name that you would do better to say of Monticelli, to whom I owe a great deal. Next I owe a great deal to Paul Gauguin
, with whom I worked for a few months in Arles, and whom, besides, I already knew in Paris.
, that curious artist, that stranger whose bearing and gaze vaguely recall Rembrandt
’s Portrait of a man in the La Caze
that friend who likes to make one feel that a good painting should be the equivalent of a good deed, not that he says so, but anyway it is difficult to spend time with him without thinking of a certain moral responsibility. A few days before we parted, when illness forced me to enter an asylum, I tried to paint ‘his empty place’.
It is a study of his armchair of dark, red-brown wood, the seat of greenish straw, and in the absent person’s place a lighted candlestick and some modern novels.12
If you have the opportunity, as a memento of him, please go and look a little at this study again, which is entirely in broken tones of green and red. You may perhaps then realize that your article would have been more accurate and – it would seem to me – thus more powerful – if in dealing with the question of the future ‘painting of the tropics’ and the question of colour,13
you had done justice to Gauguin
before talking about me. For the share that falls or will fall to me will remain, I assure you, very secondary.
And then, I would also have something else to ask of you. Supposing that the two canvases of sunflowers that are presently at the Vingtistes14
have certain qualities of colour, and then also that they express an idea symbolizing ‘gratitude’.15
Is this any different from so many paintings of flowers that are more skilfully painted and which people do not yet sufficiently appreciate, père Quost
’s Hollyhocks, Yellow Irises? The magnificent bouquets of peonies which Jeannin
produces in abundance?16
You see, it seems to me so difficult to separate Impressionism from
other things, I cannot see the point of so much sectarian thinking as we have seen these last few years, but I fear its absurdity.
And, in closing, I declare that I do not understand that you
spoke of Meissonier
It is perhaps from that excellent fellow Mauve
that I have inherited a boundless admiration for Meissonier; Mauve was endless in his praise for Troyon
and Meissonier – a strange combination.
This is to draw your attention to how much people abroad admire, without attaching the slightest importance to what unfortunately so often divides artists in France. What Mauve
often repeated was something like this, ‘if you want to do colour you must also know how to draw a fireside or an interior like Meissonier
I shall add a study of cypresses for you to the next consignment I send to my brother, if you will do me the pleasure of accepting it as a memento of your article. I am still working on it at the moment, wanting to put in a small figure.18
The cypress is so characteristic of the landscape of Provence, and you sensed it when saying: ‘even the colour black’.19
Until now I have not been able to do them as I feel it; in my case the emotions that take hold of me in the face of nature go as far as fainting, and then the result is a fortnight during which I am incapable of working. However, before leaving here, I am planning to return to the fray to attack the cypresses. The study I have intended for you depicts a group of them in the corner of a wheatfield on a summer’s day when the mistral is blowing. It is therefore the note of a certain blackness enveloped in blue moving in great circulating currents of air, and the vermilion of the poppies contrasts with the black note.
You will see that this constitutes more or less the combination of tones of those pretty Scottish checked cloths: green, blue, red, yellow, black,20
which once appeared so charming to you as they did to me, and which alas one scarcely sees any more these days.
In the meantime, dear sir, please accept my grateful thanks for your article. If I were to come to Paris in the spring I shall certainly not fail to come and thank you in person.
Vincent van Gogh
When the study I send you is dry right through, also in the impasto, which will not be the case for a year – I should think you would do well to give it a good coat of varnish. And between times it should be washed several times with plenty of water to get out the oil completely.21
This study is painted in full Prussian blue, that colour about which people say so many bad things and which nevertheless Delacroix
used so much.22
I think that once the Prussian blue tones are really dry, by varnishing you will obtain the dark, the very dark tones needed to bring out the different dark greens.
I do not quite know how this study should be framed, but as I really want it to make one think of those dear Scottish fabrics, I have noticed that a very simple flat frame, bright orange lead, creates the desired effect with the blues of the background and the dark greens of the trees. Without this there would perhaps not be enough red in the canvas, and the upper part would appear a little cold.