{"id":172652,"date":"2020-12-14T12:00:46","date_gmt":"2020-12-14T12:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=172652"},"modified":"2020-11-12T06:20:12","modified_gmt":"2020-11-12T06:20:12","slug":"vincent-van-gogh-on-art-and-the-power-of-love-in-letters-to-his-brother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2020\/12\/vincent-van-gogh-on-art-and-the-power-of-love-in-letters-to-his-brother\/","title":{"rendered":"Vincent van Gogh on Art and the Power of Love in Letters to His Brother"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cWhosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done!\u201d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"\"<\/a>\u201cYou can only go with loves in this life,\u201d Ray Bradbury memorably proclaimed<\/a>. Whether love be bewitching<\/a> or tormenting<\/a>, whether pondered by the poets<\/a> or scrutinized by the scientists<\/a>, one thing is for certain \u2014 it is art\u2019s most powerful and enduring muse, fuel for the creative process more potent than anything the world has known. A poignant testament to this, and a fine addition to history\u2019s most beautiful reflections on love<\/a>, comes from the visionary Vincent van Gogh<\/strong> (March 30, 1853\u2013July 29, 1890) in My Life & Love Are One<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>) \u2014 a slim 1976 treasure that traces \u201cthe magic and melancholy of Vincent van Gogh\u201d by culling his thoughts on love, art, and turmoil from his letters to his brother Theo, which were originally published in 1937 as the hefty tome Dear Theo: The Autobiography of Vincent van Gogh<\/em><\/a>. The title comes from a specific letter written during one of the painter\u2019s periods of respite from mental illness, in which he professes to his brother: \u201cLife has become very dear to me, and I am very glad that I love. My life and my love are one.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

In one letter, Van Gogh extols the grounding, self-soothing quality of love\u2019s intrinsic wisdom:<\/p>\n

Everyone who works with love and with intelligence finds in the very sincerity of his love for nature and art a kind of armor against the opinions of other people.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

It was certainly an armor he needed \u2014 he lived his life in poverty, and the residents of the town where he settled in his final years petitioned to have him evicted from the artist commune he shared with Paul Gauguin and two other artists, on account of his madness. He soon moved into an asylum, where he continued to paint. Another letter to Theo rings with the paradoxical poignancy of desperation and resilience:<\/p>\n

What am I in the eyes of most people? A good-for-nothing, an eccentric and disagreeable man, somebody who has no position in society and never will have. Very well, even if that were true, I should want to show by my work what there is in the heart of such an eccentric man, of such a nobody.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And what a heart it was. In a different letter, Vincent relays to Theo the consciousness-expanding capacity of love \u2014 which Kierkegaard so eloquently captured<\/a> \u2014 at the dawn of a new love affair:<\/p>\n

Since the beginning of this love I have felt that unless I gave myself up to it entirely, without any restriction, with all my heart, there was no chance for me whatever, and even so my chance is slight. But what is it to me whether my chance is slight or great? I mean, must I consider this when I love? No, no reckoning; one loves because one loves. Then we keep our heads clear, and do not cloud our minds, nor do we hide our feelings, nor smother the fire and light, but simply say: Thank God, I love.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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\u2018Self-Portrait with Straw Hat\u2019 by Vincent van Gogh, winter 1887\/1888<\/p><\/div>\n

To be sure, Van Gogh has the prudence to recognize that friendship is at least as great a gift as romantic love<\/a>. In another letter, he tells Theo:<\/p>\n

Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is every deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, these open the prison by supreme power, by some magic force. Where sympathy is renewed, life is restored.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And in another still:<\/p>\n

Love a friend, love a wife, something, whatever you like, but one must love with a lofty and serious intimate sympathy, with strength, with intelligence, and one must always try to know deeper, better, and more.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This all-inclusive approach to love \u2014 this casting of a wide net of affections \u2014 is something Van Gogh believed wholeheartedly, and something Ray Bradbury would come to echo a century and a half later in telling aspiring writers, \u201cI want your loves to be multiple.\u201d<\/a> Vincent writes to Theo:<\/p>\n

It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And later:<\/p>\n

The best way to know God is to love many things.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Van Gogh sees the human capacity for love as integral to the creative process:<\/p>\n

In order to work and to become an artist one needs love. At least, one who wants sentiment in his work must in the first place feel it himself, and live with his heart.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Van Gogh\u2019s first sketchbook from The Secret Museum<\/em><\/a><\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Indeed, it is this capacity for love \u2014 for living from one\u2019s heart \u2014 that sustains the artist through struggle and rejection. In another letter, Van Gogh writes:<\/p>\n

I believe more and more that to work for the sake of the work is the principle of all great artists: not to be discouraged even though almost starving, and though one feels one has to say farewell to all material comfort.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

For Van Gogh, this heart-first approach to art and life was the root of all that is worthy. In another letter to Theo, he articulates what might well be his deepest underlying credo:<\/p>\n

Do you know that it is very, very necessary for honest people to remain in art? Hardly anyone knows that the secret of beautiful work lies to a great extent in truth and sincere sentiment.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Though long out of print, surviving copies of My Life & Love Are One<\/em><\/strong><\/a> are still findable and very much worth the hunt. Complement it with a peek inside Van Gogh\u2019s never-before-revealed sketchbooks<\/a>, then revisit Susan Sontag on love<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a><\/em>Brain Pickings is the brain child of Maria Popova, an interestingness hunter-gatherer and curious mind at large obsessed with combinatorial creativity who also writes for <\/em>Wired UK and<\/em> The Atlantic, among others, and is an MIT Futures of Entertainment Fellow. She has gotten occasional help from a handful of guest contributors<\/a>. Email: brainpicker@brainpickings.org<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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