10 Gogh.art nodes · Saint-Rémy-de-Provence / Auvers-sur-Oise
1890
1890 is the final seventy days in Auvers: speed, farewell, doctor, wheat fields, church, tree roots and rain arrive together.
- The Translator
- The Copyist
- The Colour Experimenter
- Synaesthetic Precision
- The Ferocious Reader
Almond Blossom
It was a gift for a child, and one of the works he later described most carefully in his own hand.
- The Translator
- The Copyist
The Seventy Days of Auvers
Seventy days, more than eighty paintings: extraordinary output does not by itself tell us a single inner story.
- The Colour Experimenter
- Synaesthetic Precision
The Church at Auvers
The forked road belongs to the painting; the violet and cobalt belong to the letter.
- Synaesthetic Precision
- The Colour Experimenter
Doctor Gachet
The painted face is Gachet's; the changing judgment belongs to Vincent's letters.
- Synaesthetic Precision
- The Colour Experimenter
Thatched Cottages
An old northern motif, seen in a new place.
- The Colour Experimenter
- Synaesthetic Precision
Daubigny's Garden
The cat was part of the plan, then it disappeared.
- The Copyist
- The Colour Experimenter
Rain over Auvers
The angle at which those lines fall is already speaking, and needs no explanation.
- Synaesthetic Precision
- The Colour Experimenter
The Wheat Fields
He put sadness, extreme loneliness, and the countryside's strengthening force in the same letter.
- Synaesthetic Precision
- The Colour Experimenter
Tree Roots
No surviving letter explains this picture. That a thing has no footnote does not mean it is incomplete.
- Synaesthetic Precision
The Last Letter
Among the last things he left behind was an unfinished letter that never arrived, beside a completed version that did. This timeline begins with that unfinished draft, and ends with it too. What remains is what we are doing: reading the draft carefully, seeing the unsold paintings through. But a gaze supplied later cannot go back to 1890. What was absent that year remains absent. Harder still, we are absent today as well: people still walk ahead of the old measures, passed over by our politeness, our silence, and our safe taste. That shot did not stop in Auvers. It simply changed hands.
- Synaesthetic Precision