Tone & Colour

gentle readers you have quite a stretch of on-going Van Gogh letters ahead of you. 

Theo, what a great thing tone and colour are! And anyone who doesn’t acquire a feeling for it, how far removed from life he will remain! 

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And finally, some late Sunday haiku

And yes, I did defrost the freezer today. Always seems like a good thing to do on a really hot day. I wrote more, but some went to the first three postcards starting out tomorrow for August’s Postcard Poetry Festival.

yellow swallowtail
flew overhead, pursuing
the scent of flowers?

yellow butterfly
a glint against the blue sky
all this in a glimpse.

hot day in July
defrost refrigerator
ice in the garden

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A little more of the same letter

A little further down in the same letter, #663 to Theo:

Myself, I only have the choice between being a good painter or a bad one. I choose the former. But the things needed for painting are like those of a ruinous mistress; you can do nothing without money, and you never have enough of it.

And so painting should be done at society’s expense, and the artist shouldn’t be overburdened by it.

But there you are, we should keep quiet once again, because nobody is forcing us to work, indifference towards painting being, inevitably, fairly general, fairly eternal.

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Using Color

Should be writing but I did a search at the Van Gogh letters site, and found one mention of the English word, “colors“. Here’s an excerpt, emphasis mine:

Because instead of trying to render exactly what I have before my eyes, I use colour more arbitrarily in order to express myself forcefully. Well, let’s let that lie as far as theory goes, but I’m going to give you an example of what I mean.

I’d like to do the portrait of an artist friend who dreams great dreams, who works as the nightingale sings, because that’s his nature.

This man will be blond. I’d like to put in the painting my appreciation, my love that I have for him.

I’ll paint him, then, just as he is, as faithfully as I can — to begin with.
But the painting isn’t finished like that. To finish it, I’m now going to be an arbitrary colourist.

I exaggerate the blond of the hair, I come to orange tones, chromes, pale lemon. Behind the head — instead of painting the dull wall of the mean room, I paint the infinite.

I make a simple background of the richest, most intense blue that I can prepare, and with this simple combination, the brightly lit blond head, against this rich blue background achieves a mysterious effect, like a star in the deep azure.

Love that: “I paint the infinite.”

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Cutting and cutting more

It appears I have cut strips from 31 red fabrics and 45 yellow-orange-pink fabrics. That is all.  

 

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