The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh are collected letters Vincent van Gogh (1853 – 1890) wrote to his beloved brother, Theo. They cover the period from 1873 to right before Van Gogh committed suicide in 1890. We’re preconditioned to expect madness, but van Gogh is a kind, self-aware, inspired and passionate individual.
Remarkable is his verbal rendition of his artist’s eye for nature and an innate understanding of color and flowers.
The artist always comes up against resistance from nature in the beginning, but if he really takes her seriously he will not be put off by that opposition, on the contrary, it is all the incentive to win her over – at heart, nature and the honest draughtsman are as one.
Ronald de Leeuw, the former director of Amsterdam’s Van Gogh Museum, edited the collection and throughout adds dimension and context, turning letters into a man in full:
[Van Gogh’s] decision to become an artist was unconditional. He accepted the social implications even when madness was the price. […] Throughout his life, admittedly, his letters bear witness to a man possessed, frequently agitated, enraged, dejected, obsessed, but never deranged, or emotionally or intellectually unstable. We learn about his crises after the event – through the analyses he himself was wont to give of them.
The privacy – perhaps isolation is a better term – of mental illness and the need to hide it from others, especially loved ones is indeed present but obscure. Unlike, for example, the Diary of great ballet dancer, Vaslav Nijinsky, whose deterioration into schizophrenia manifests in words, van Gogh demonstrates a man in control. A reader can easily forget how deeply he suffered or easily mistake his impassioned and brilliant articulation for stability.
For a sensitive reader, the signs of depth and distinction of this remarkable man abound. His longing for meaning, solace in long walks and how he took to them, like so many writers and artists, as a way of seeing and achieving a communion with the world.
Do go on doing a lot of walking & keep up your love of nature, for that is the right way to understand art better & better. Painters understand nature and love her & teach us to see.
Did I write to you about the storm I watched not long ago? The seas was yellowish, especially close to the shore. On the horizon a streak of light and above it immensely large dark grey clouds, from which one could see the rain coming down in slanting streaks. The wind blew the dust from the little white path among the rocks into the sea and shook the hawthorn bushes in bloom and the wallflowers that grow on the rocks.
(Van Gogh, a painter of exquisite vision, describing something in words reminds me of something Mary Oliver wrote in Upstream: “Sunflowers themselves are far more wonderful than any words about them.” Van Gogh would have exalted, sunflowers were his favorite flowers.)
Throughout his letters and life, van Gogh was a deeply religious person, at one point he tried his hand at the clergy. His religion, however, was highly spiritual and intrinsically felt, invoking God’s presence and meaning more often than he demonstrated academic knowledge of texts. van Gogh sought the warmth of grace, the eternal. Lines like “The need is for nothing less than the infinite and the miraculous” and “Seek only light and freedom and do not immerse yourself deeply in the worldly mire” speak to his internal convictions and, maybe, need for self-direction.
From van Gogh’s uncompromising morality, his grasp of sorrow and joy, and his unique sight of the world – in words not paint – these letters reveal an extraordinary man anew.
Read more on seeking the eternal in Thoreau’s deeply reflective journal of his week spend drifting up the Concord River. On the harsh implications of the artistic life I recommend John Steinbeck’s Working Days Journals of the Grapes of Wrath.