Vincent van Gogh: The Lost Arles Sketchbook
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allow it, and at last he said, “Write to your mother; if she approves, I will to o.” What beautiful poems are De Genestet’s 14 “On the Mountains of Sorrow” and “When I Was a Boy.” A handshake for both of you and for the Ro os family, and for Willem and any others you see whom I know. And let me hear so on from you again and believe me, Your loving brother, Vincent 35. Peasant Woman with a White Bonnet, Nuenen, December 1884. Oil on canvas, 42.5 x 34 cm. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam. 36. Peasant,
That is what brothers are for. ‘It is not over yet,’ you say. No, it could not be over yet. Your heart will feel the need for confidence in itself; you will be hesitating between two roads: she or my father. As far as I am concerned, I believe that Father loves you more than she does - that his love is more valuable. Do go there, whenever it becomes to o much for you. A pile of futile tasks has given me a lot of work today; but that is my duty; if one did not have it, very tenaciously have the
Gogh moved to Brussels in October, 1880. He began to study with reproductions and models: “There are laws of proportions, of light and shadow, of perspective, which one must know in order to be able to draw well; without that knowledge, it always remains a fruitless struggle, and one never creates anything.”47 Though his father disapproved of his decision, he supported his son financially. Theo, who by that time had begun working in Goupil’s branch in Paris, also sent him money. In the spring of
chiefly to making swift progress toward growing into a little old man, you know, with wrinkles, and a tough beard and a number of false teeth, and so on. But what does it matter? I have a dirty and hard profession – painting – and if I were not what I am, I should not paint; but being what I am, I often work with pleasure, and in the hazy distance I see the possibility of making pictures in which there will be some youth and freshness, even though my own youth is one of the things I have lost...
studies and he works with talent. But it is a pity that he has so much difficulty with his character, for in the long run it is quite impossible to get on with him. When he came here last year he was difficult, it is true, but I thought I could see some progress. But now he is his old self again and he won’t listen to reason. That does not make it to o pleasant here at home and I hope for a change. That change will come, but it is a pity for him, for if we had worked together it would have been