How am I coping with election anxiety in this final week? By
turning off cable news and losing myself in art books, in particular a new one
about Van Gogh. I’m not a religious person, but when I look at the later works
of Vincent Van Gogh, I feel closer to “god,” to a higher energy, to something
essential and essentially good that connects all of us with nature, from the sub-atomic
to the galactic, as channeled through this cosmic lightening rod of an artist: socially-inept,
impoverished, half mad, pure. Van Gogh takes me to a better place.
Politics, not so much.
It was in this spirit that I impulsively ordered Martin
Bailey’s new book Studio of the South: Van Gogh in Provence. Like most new
books about Van Gogh Studio of the South puts forth a new theory about Van Gogh’s
self-mutilation and increasing madness. Bailey theorizes that Van Gogh may have
received a letter from his brother Theo announcing his engagement to Johanna
Bonger a few hours before he cut off his ear, not afterwards as generally
accepted. Theo, an art dealer living in Paris, was Van Gogh’s sole source of
financial support. Fear of losing this support from his beloved brother as he set
out to build a new family would have weighed heavily on the artist’s already
fragile state of mind.
Vincent Van Gogh. Bedroom in
Arles, 1888. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.
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The book covers the 444 days the artist spent in Arles, from the time he left Paris until he checked himself into the asylum at Saint-Rémy in May 1889. Drawing from Van Gogh’s own letters and meticulous research, Bailey vividly details Van Gogh’s life and work in the yellow house on the Place Lamartine in the village of Montmajour. Van Gogh dreamed of an artists’ house, where like-minded colleagues would live and work together. He rented rooms in the yellow house and set about convincing Gauguin to join him there, a collaboration that would only last about a month and would, of course, end in tragedy.
During his time in Arles Van Gogh completed around 200
paintings, including some of his most brilliant work: sunflowers, wheat fields,
orchards in bloom, the postman Roulin and his family, his bedroom in the yellow
house, self portraits, some with bandaged ear and pipe, the Night Café and a
starry sky over the Rhône. About a third of them are beautifully reproduced in Studio
of the South along with works done by Gauguin during his brief stay, maps and historic
photographs.
Gauguin fled Arles after the night of madness that resulted
in Van Gogh cutting off his own ear. Three more attacks of madness ensued in
the following months, each resulting in Van Gogh’s hospitalization. By now his
neighbors were afraid of him and began an organized effort to get him out. Van
Gogh found a new place to live but backed out at the last moment, deciding it
would be too difficult to go on living independently. Instead, he decided to
check himself into the asylum at Saint-Rémy.
Vincent Van Gogh. The
Red Vineyard, November 1888. Pushkin
Museum, Moscow.
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Despite the attacks and hospital confinements, Van Gogh was at the height of his powers as an artist and never stopped working. As he prepared to leave Montmajour for the asylum, defeated, he removed the last batch of paintings from the stretcher bars, rolled them up and shipped them by freight train to Theo in Paris. Included were over thirty pictures which today would be worth billions of dollars. Neither Vincent nor Theo was able to sell any of them in their short lives. Vincent committed suicide a year later at the age of 37. Six months after that, Theo succumbed to complications from syphilis at age 33.
I've always thought Theo, who adored (but could not live with) his brother, died of a broken heart. But he did indeed (like many major figures of the time) have syphilis. (De Maupassant's classic horror story "The Horla" was supposedly written as the disease advanced in him.)
ReplyDeleteOne of my treasured volumes is Tralbaut's "Vincent van Gogh le mal aimé", which, in my edition, has various drawings by Van Gogh pasted in with various special papers. I was surprised to see an only slightly battered edition selling on the Iliad's cut-rate table for about $7.
Nothing of course beats Vincent's letters to his brother, lessons to any writer, artist or not.
Bonjour Jim! Ça va? It's been a while. Wikipedia says Theo died of Dementia paralytica: General paresis, also known as general paralysis of the insane or paralytic dementia, is a severe neuropsychiatric disorder, classified as an organic mental disorder and caused by the chronic meningoencephalitis that leads to cerebral atrophy in late-stage syphilis. Gruesome. Best, Jane
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