Purchase cataloguePainted with Words is a compelling look at Vincent van Gogh's correspondence to his young colleague Émile Bernard between 1887 and 1889. Van Gogh's words and sketches reveal his thoughts about art and life and communicate his groundbreaking work in Arles to his fellow painter.
Van Gogh's letters to Bernard reveal the tenor of their relationship. Van Gogh assumed the role of an older, wiser brother, offering praise or criticism of Bernard's paintings, drawings, and poems. At the same time the letters chronicle van Gogh's own struggles, as he reached his artistic maturity in isolation in Arles and St. Rémy. Throughout the letters are no less than twelve sketches by van Gogh meant to provide Bernard with an idea of his work in progress, including studies related to the paintings The Langlois Bridge, Houses at Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, Boats on the beach at Saintes-Maries, The Sower, and View of Arles at Sunset.
The translations used in this presentation are from the catalogue for the exhibition: Vincent van Gogh
Painted with Words, The Letters to Émile Bernard and are reproduced by kind permission of the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.
Major support for Painted with Words: Vincent van Gogh's Letters to Émile Bernard and its accompanying catalogue was provided by the International Music and Art Foundation. Generous support was also provided by the Robert Lehman Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts.
Vincent van Gogh, letter to Paul Gauguin, Arles, 17 October 1888, page 1
My dear Gauguin,
Thanks for your letter, and thanks most of all for your promise to come as early as the twentieth.
Agreed, this reason that you give won't help to make a pleasure trip of the train journey, and it's
only right that you should put off your journey until you can do it without it being a bloody nuisance.
But that apart, I almost envy you this trip, which will show you, in passing, miles and miles
of countryside of different kinds with autumn splendors.
I still have in my memory the feelings that the journey from Paris to Arles gave me this past
winter. How I watched out to see "if it was like Japan yet"! Childish, isn't it?
Look here, I wrote to you the other day that my vision was strangely tired. Well, I rested for two
and a half days, and then I got back to work. But not yet daring to go outside, I did, for my decoration
once again, a no. 30 canvas of my bedroom with the whitewood furniture that you know.