Saturday, December 22, 2007

Painting, as it is called

Vincent van Gogh to his mother, from Saint-Remy, 10 December 1889

As for the exhibition in Brussels, it does not leave me indifferent because I shall have a few pictures from here in it which, though made in quite a different region, remain just as if they were painted say in Zundert, or Calmpthout, and I think they could also be understood by people who haven't any knowledge of painting, as it is called. And so one may say, It would have been simpler if I had stayed quietly in North Brabant - but it is as it is, and what can one do?

Letter 616
Translation courtesy of Robert Harrison.
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