Letters to Vincent: Where Words Meet the Canvas
Peach Trees in Blossom (1889) by Vincent Van Gogh
My dear Theo, I’m in a fury of work as the trees are in blossom and I wanted to do a Provence orchard of tremendous gaiety — writing to you in a calm frame of mind presents serious difficulties, yesterday I wrote some letters that I later destroyed. (Letter 592)
I have found, in my experience, that there are many ways to come to know Vincent van Gogh. I like to stand before his paintings and follow the movement of the brushstrokes. His colours, his landscapes, his portraits open his world to me. I see the places in which he lived and worked and come to know the people with whom he connected. And yet, it is through Vincent’s letters, where he pours out his dreams, his challenges and his loves, that I have come to a deeper understanding of his creative spirit. The more I read his letters, the more I realize that Vincent did not leave us only paintings. He left us words.
Vincent writes about what he is trying to accomplish, what disappoints him, what excites him, the books he is reading, the artists he admires, the changing seasons, friendship, loneliness, work and the extraordinary importance he placed upon continuing to create. Sometimes his words are exuberant. Sometimes they are troubled. Often they are both.
Vincent is known as an extraordinary artist. But when we read his letters, his words bring us closer to his inner world. As a writer, he profoundly enriched our understanding of his art. A painting shows us what remained on the canvas. A letter allows us to glimpse what was happening within the person who stood before it.
Vincent van Gogh, Peach Trees in Blossom, Arles, 1888. (Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons)
Peach Trees in Blossom (1889) offers a beautiful place to begin.
Vincent painted the orchard near Arles during a time of intense creative urgency, only a few months after the crisis that led to his mental breakdown and the well-known incident of his severed ear.
In Letter 592 to his brother Theo, written in April 1889, Vincent gives us an extraordinary glimpse into this moment: “I’m in a fury of work as the trees are in blossom and I wanted to do a Provence orchard of tremendous gaiety.”
Those few words change the way I look at the painting.
The flowering trees offered only a brief moment to be captured, and Vincent responded with energy and determination, working beneath the changing spring light. Yet in the very same letter, he admits that writing calmly is difficult. There is unrest in his words while there is joy in the painting.
Painting did not seem to quiet his thoughts entirely, but it may have offered something towards which he could direct his attention. The branches, blossoms, changing light and colours of the natural world gave him something immediate to observe and something tangible to create. Painting could become a way of remaining present even when his inner world was unsettled.
And this is where Vincent’s writing gives us something the painting alone cannot. Without Letter 592, I might simply have looked at Peach Trees in Blossom and seen spring in Provence. With the letter beside me, I see a man deliberately reaching towards joy at a time when joy could not have been easy. I see the urgency behind those blossoms. I hear the artist thinking while he works.
His letters do not explain away his paintings. They do something far more interesting.
They invite us closer.
And so, I step into the orchard with him…
Rebecca
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