Amice Rappard,
Thanks for your letter of February 27, which I'm answering
today. First as to what you say about lithography. You will
have seen that the very same paper is used for ink and for
crayon. I got the paper from Jos. Smulders & Co., paper
dealers, Spuistraat, of this city; their storehouse is on the
Laan, and they have a large stock of stones of various sizes
there. They called it “Korn” paper, and they had
bought it for one of the ministries, where they drew all kinds
of maps on it for lithographic reproduction.
There were a number of sheets left, and I took these, all of
them. At the time he told me he would order some more sheets -
did he do it? - I don't know - but Smulders knows all about it
at any rate, and can have it sent to him by parcel post within
a few days. It is rather expensive: 1.75 guilders per sheet.
[See the reproduction of the sketch of the tools.]
It goes without saying that you - [illegible] can use all
kinds of implements as scrapers; the shape doesn't matter - now
and then I scrape with my pocket-knife.
What am I paying for my proofs? ? - he promised to state a
fixed price, as well as the prices for printing and for the
stones. The prices that I paid provisionally do not count; as
the printer himself was not familiar with the method, we have
compounded the matter - and also because there were failures,
etc. I shall get estimates from Smulders, however, that will be
rather important to know, but he will have to calculate them at
his leisure. The fact is that he will give me the prices of the
stones in various sizes, if taken by the dozen, and also the
printing expenses for, say, a series of a dozen drawings and a
series of two dozen - besides the price of the paper. When I
saw him the last time he was in an awful rush and said,
“Come and discuss it again by the end of March; then
we'll go to the warehouse and look everything over
together.” So for the time being I hardly know anything
about the real prices.
The ink's running when making transfers isn't caused
directly by the thickness of the lines; I have seen enormously
thick lines transferred quite clearly. As for your friend who
draws with a little pen - well, that's his business - but
personally I think it decidedly wrong, because I'm afraid that
by doing this he is trying to get an effect from the process
that's not in its character.
If one wants to work with a fine point and yet remain
vigorous, then I know only one method - etching.
If one wants to work with the pen and autographic ink, then I
am of the opinion that one should in no case take a finer pen
than an ordinary writing pen. Very fine pens, like very elegant
people, are sometimes amazingly useless; and, as I see it, they
often lack elasticity which the most ordinary pens just
naturally have to a certain extent.
Last year I bought at least six special penholders and all
kinds of nibs - and the whole lot was rubbish. But they
looked very practical. Well - I'm none too sure myself -
there may be good ones among them, and one may possibly get
good results by working with finer pens and autographic ink -
all right, so be it - I shall be delighted if it turns out
well, but I should think one would not get the satisfaction one
derives from the more fluent, bolder stroke of an ordinary
quill pen, for instance.
[See the reproduction of this page of the letter.]
I worked with it but without paying much attention to it; I
found a piece of it the other day, however, and I was struck by
its beautiful black colour.
Well, yesterday I made a drawing with it - women and
children at the serving window of the public soup kitchen.
And I can tell you I was delighted with this experiment.
I've scratched a few strokes here at random in order to let
you see the colour of the black. Don't you think it's a
beautifully warm tone?
I immediately wrote to my brother for more of it - shall I
send you a piece when I get it? But if you know it already, and
if you should be able to get it in your town, then please send
me some. For I intend to go on using it in combination with
lithographic crayon. It's just as if there's soul and life in
that stuff, and as if it understood what you mean to express
and co-operated. I should like to call it “gypsy
crayon.” One need not use a holder, as the pieces are so
long. It has the colour of a ploughed field on a summer
evening! I would provide myself with a bushel, if it were sold
by the bushel, which I doubt.
The Album des Vosges is a relatively old publication, but it
certainly does exist. And it is beautiful.
Your list of wood engravings is very good, especially the
Lançons; I have the “Contrebandiers” too,
but not the “Comité d'aide” [Committee of
Assistance], for instance. But I have found a duplicate of
precisely the “Soup Distribution” - perhaps it is
the same one, perhaps not - and I have a duplicate of
“Ragpickers in a Pub.” So you can have these.
I know little sketches by Renouard of cats, pigs and
rabbits, but I haven't got any. I have “Les Cours de
Gambetta” and “Mendiants le jour de l'an”
[Beggars on New Year's Day] besides.
I have found two beautiful Régameys - a
“Foundlings' Hospital in Japan” by F.
Régamey; and by Guillaume Régamey, soldiers in
white cloaks leading black horses by the bridle, after a
painted sketch, very beautiful. I read a short biography of the
two brothers. Guillaume lived only to the age of thirty-eight.
Last fall he exhibited some military - [illegible] rather like
Boulanger. After that he retired somewhat; he seems to have had
an ailment that made life difficult for him. But he kept on
working through it all - for many years. A multitude of superb
studies came to light after he died - there has been an
exhibition of them - hardly anybody knew of their existence
during his lifetime. A fine thing, eh?
F. Régamey is traveling around a good deal, and as
you know he is very strong on Japanese art. What you say about
the French wood engravings in general rather coincides with my
own opinion. The English especially have found the soul
of the wood engravings - the original character that is just as
peculiar as the character of etchings. Take Buckmann's “A
London Dustyard,” for instance, and the “Harbour of
Refuge” by Walker. Boetzel and Lavieille know how to do
it too all the same, but Swain is the master. I think the
Lançons engraved by Moller, however, have a very
original character too. There is a lot of good, for instance,
in the Feyen-Perrins done by Boetzel and the Millets by
Lavieille. But for the rest, yes, they often lapse into
industrialism, into the unfeeling.
You ask me about De Bock. I haven't been to see him for a
long time, in fact, not since before I fell ill. I noticed that
every time I came to him or met him in the street, he said,
“Oh, I'll come and see you one of these days,” in
such a way that I felt I had to conclude from it, Don't come to
see me until I come to see you, which will never happen. Anyhow
I haven't gone there again, because I certainly don't want to
intrude. I know that De Bock is working on a large picture at
the moment; this winter I saw some smaller ones which I thought
very beautiful. I've met De Bock twice lately - not in his
studio but in the street, in a fur coat, kid gloves, etc., in
short like a man in very flourishing circumstances. I hear that
he is doing what they call flourishing in general.
I often think his work very fine - but it does not remind me
primarily of Ruysdael, for instance - and I hardly think this
will be your lasting, well-considered impression.
In point of fact I should like greatly to go to his studio
again, for the very reason that I should so like to be
convinced that it is really as beautiful as I should
like it to be, for now I cannot help having my doubts about him
every now and then. My impression of him last year was really
not very favourable - he was continually talking about Millet -
very good! - and about the greatness and breadth of Millet - I
talked with him about it once, for instance, in the country, in
the Scheveningse Bosjes [Groves]. I said then, “But, De
Bock, if Millet were here at this moment, then would he look at
those clouds and that grass and those twenty-seven tree trunks
and forget that little fellow over there in his bombazine
clothes, who is sitting there on the stump of a tree eating his
poor-man's lunch, his spade lying at his side? Or do you think
that little part of the scene, where the little fellow is
sitting, would be the exact spot on which he would concentrate
his attention? I don't believe I am less fond of Millet than
you are,” I said; “it pleases me enormously that
you have a certain admiration for Millet - but, pardon me, I
don't think Millet would look at the things you point out to me
all the time. Millet is primarily, and more than any other, the
painter of humanity. He has unquestionably
painted landscapes, and they are beautiful - nothing is surer
than that - but I find it hard to understand how you can really
mean it when you say that you see in Millet principally
those things you now point out to me.”
In short, Rappard, I find more of Bilders, for
instance, than of Millet or Ruysdael in our friend De Bock. But
I may be mistaken for all that, and see more in his work later
on; nothing would please me more.
I most certainly like Bilders too - and there is no picture
of De Bock's that I don't look at with a certain pleasure -
there is always something fresh and genial about it. But there
is a certain kind of art - perhaps less flowery, more thorny -
of which I find more in my own heart.
I know, Ruysdael himself has had his metamorphoses, and
perhaps his most beautiful works are not the waterfalls and the
grand forest views but “L'estacade aux eaux
rousses” and “Le Buisson” in the Louvre,
“The Mill at Wijk bij Duurstede” in the Van der
Hoop Collection, the “Bleacheries at Overveen” in
the Mauritshuis [museum in The Hague] and other more
commonplace things which he turned to in later years, probably
under the influence of Rembrandt and Vermeer of Delft. I wish
something similar would happen to De Bock, but will this be the
case? I should be sorry for him if he did not land more in the
thorns than in the flowerets - that's all.
And although I have, unintentionally, been a little à
froid with him of late, nothing more serious has occurred
between him and me than a few discussions about Millet and
similar topics. I have nothing against him, only I haven't
exactly seen the style of Millet or Ruysdael in him up to now -
I think his style for the present is something like Bilders's;
I don't mean Gerard Bilders but the old one.
I'm still quite delighted with the alterations in my studio,
especially since the experiments I've made with various models
have shown me how great an improvement it is. Formerly a
figure in the studio cast no sharp shadow because the strong
reflection threw light on it again, and so all effects were
neutralized. This drawback has now been overcome.
Don't think that I am going to neglect the lithographs, but
I have had so many expenses, and I still have to buy so many
necessaries, that I cannot attack new stones. Nothing will be
lost by waiting a bit. I am very eager to work more with the
“black mountain crayon.”
Do you know what I have a great longing for now and then? -
for a look at your studio. And not only that, but also for a
look at the places you are in the habit of walking in when
hunting up subjects. No doubt there are beautiful little courts
and alleys in Utrecht too.
The Hague is beautiful - and there is an enormous variety of
scenes. I hope to work hard this year. There are also often
financial difficulties that hamper me, which you will
understand, and this is the very reason why - because I want to
work much and must in fact do so - I shall concentrate more and
more on black and white.
When I'm doing watercolours or oil paintings I must stop
every now and then on account of the expense, but with a piece
of crayon or lead pencil one has only the expense of the model
and some paper. And I prefer to spend the little I have on
models, I assure you, than to spend it on painting materials. I
have never regretted the money I spend on models.
Do you have the portrait of Carlyle - that beautiful one in
the Graphic? At the moment I am reading his Sartor Resartus -
“the philosophy of old clothes.” Among the
“old clothes” he includes all kinds of forms and in
the matter of religion all dogmas; it is beautiful - and
faithful to reality - and humane. There has been a lot of
grumbling about this book, as about his other books. Many
consider Carlyle a monster - a joke about his “philosophy
of old clothes” runs like this: Carlyle not only strips
mankind to the skin, he even flays it. Something like that.
Well, this is not true, but it most certainly is true that be
is honest enough not to call the shirt the skin - and very far
from seeing a tendency to belittle man in his works, I find, on
the contrary, that he raises man to a high position in the
universe. And much more than bitter criticism I find in him a
love of humanity besides - a great love. He - Carlyle - has
learned much from Goethe - but still more, I believe, from a
certain man who did not write books, but whose words, though he
did not write them down himself, have endured - namely Jesus...
who, long before Carlyle, included many forms of all kinds of
things among the “old clothes” too.
I bought a new sixpenny edition of Dickens's Christmas Carol
and The Haunted Man (London, Chapman & Hall) this week, in
which there are some seven illustrations, e.g., among
other things, a “Secondhand Shop” by Barnard. I
admire everything that Dickens wrote, but I have reread these
two “children's tales” nearly every year since I
was a boy, and they are new to me again every time. Barnard
understood Dickens well. The other day I saw photographs again
of some black-and-white drawings by Barnard, a series of
characters from Dickens's books; I saw Mrs. Camp, Little
Dorrit, Sikes, Sydney Carton and some others. They are highly
accentuated figures - most important, treated as cartoons.
There is no writer, in my opinion, who is so much a
painter and a black-and-white artist as Dickens. His figures
are resurrections. On a nursery print I found a little wood
engraving after Barnard by Swain - a black policeman is
dragging along a woman in white who is struggling backward, and
a crowd of street urchins is following them. It is hardly
possible to express so much of the true character of a
poor neighborhood with fewer means. I shall try to get another
copy of this print for you; as a matter of fact it's only a
small sketch.
Unfortunately I have not been able to get that sheet
of Fildes's “Empty Chair” for you, which was
promised me together with some others. Now the man remembers
getting rid of them some years ago.
Write soon again - I wish you good luck with your work in
every respect. By the way, I have a nearly complete French
edition of Dickens, translated under the supervision of Dickens
himself. I think you told me once that you could not enjoy all
the English books by Dickens because of the sometimes
complicated English, as for instance the miners' [sic] dialect
in Hard Times. If you should ever want to read something
of this French edition, it is at your disposal, and I am even
willing to exchange the whole collection of Dickens's works in
French for something else, if you should care to. I am thinking
of gradually getting the English Household Edition.
Adieu, with a handshake,
Ever yours, Vincent
There is character too in the illustrations by John Leech
and Cruikshank - but the Barnards are more intensively worked
out. Nevertheless, Leech is strong on street urchins.
In the Graphic for February 10, 1883, there is a little
figure by Frank Hol - a child in a little attic, very full of
character; I bought the number especially for that.
-
This is a literal translation of the Dutch
bergkrijt, but it is not clear what kind of crayon
Vincent meant - most probably a very soft kind which
produced bold, deep black strokes.
At this time, Vincent was 29 year oldSource: Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Anthon van Rappard. Written c. 5 March 1883 in The Hague. Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison, number R30. URL: https://www.webexhibits.org/vangogh/letter/12/R30.htm.
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