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Monday, October 19th 2009

12:12 AM

Souvenir de Mauve painted by Vincent,,... or is it a Claude Mouret touched up by Vincent?

Van Gogh arrived on 21 February 1888, at the railroad station in Arles, crossed Place Lamartine, entered the city through the Porte de la Cavalerie, and took quarters a few steps further, at the Hôtel-Restaurant Carrel, 30 Rue Cavalerie. He had ideas of founding a Utopian art colony. His companion for two months was the Danish artist, Christian Mourier-Petersen I believe refers to him.

Completely by chance they said this document came to them during the last week of the van Gogh exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum that was on display at the time of its publication. It was published they said without attesting to its authenticity said the Editor.

The article starts by the writer saying what his name is; My name is Andre Buffon. I was born in 1860 in Rouen. For two years in 1887 and 1888, I traveled with my friend the excellent artist Claude Mouret. In the spring of 1888 we had a most unusual experience. While having breakfast at the restaurant Carrel in Arles, we made the acquaintance of a painter named Vincent van Gogh. (Of Course, he was completely unknown then.) So began a strange summer during which the three of us were always together. I kept a daily journal, and although God knows I'm no artist. I did a few sketches myself.

They are beginning to say now that this marked a peak in Vincent's ability and was a very productive time for him. Well! There are a few of us who know the reason for that! My dear Claude died in the autumn of 1889, of consumption; the world did not note his passing. I leave this journal to my niece, Marie Fouquet, who is free to do with it as she chooses. Andre Buffon Tours, 1941

4 April 1888---- Van Gogh, Claude, and I out to the country this morning. They set up their easels in an orchard while I read and sketched a little. Van Gogh very interested in Claude's equipment. Asked him where he got his money. Claude, in merry mood as usual, told him he receives a comfortable monthly stipend from his family. (True), and that a dealer in Rue du Bac have sold some canvases (untrue), Van Gogh borrowed some cadmium yellow. On the way home, van Gogh did not speak. I do not know why.

9 April 1888--- Van Gogh much preoccupied with money. He thinks he is being overcharge for everything. His brother in Paris supports him, but just barely. He is jealous of Claude's (supposed) success and admiring of his technique. This morning he said, "Orange branches coming out of a purple tree."

Claude laughed and said, "Why not?" Then van Gogh said, "You lay on patches of color even more thickly than I do." But when he said it, he made it sound like a fault. Sometimes we catch him staring at Claude's wealthy array of colors. He calls Claude a "capitalist."

21 April 1888--- Today in the fields Vincent complained of a headache and asked Claude to lay in some foreground areas "before the light changes." He cheerfully did so. Vincent asked Claude to use his own burnt umber. Claude is to accommodating I think.

23 April 1888--- Vincent asked Claude to show him how a reed may be used in sketching. Claude sharpened a reed and drew most of a landscape, then gave the reed to Vincent. Vincent added some lines to the trunks of the trees and put in a few course shrubbery strokes, which I thought ruined the sketch. Then he signed his name and walked away, studying it, I haven't seen the drawing since.

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29 April 1888--- Vincent complaining of his health again. God, he talks of nothing but himself. It is his art, his lack of money, or his health. Try talking to this fellow of politics and see where you get. Well, to be fair, he is also interested in God and checkers.

1 May 1888--- Today Claude showed Vincent how to simplify his cypresses: Vincent was making hash out of his. When he becomes angry, he works faster and faster. then he brags about how a picture took only three-quarters of an hour to complete!

3 May 1888--- A good day as to weather but otherwise crazy. Vincent cannot do water, so Claude showed him a few of his tricks. He tried to make Vincent think water. Claude ended up by putting in all the water for him and also some of the bridge. While there was still some green-blue on the brush, Vincent asked Claude to lay some distant trees. This fellow does not waste a jot of color, it all goes on the canvas. Then Vincent took the brush, messed in the water a bit, to make it his.

8 May 1888--- Quite a day. We purchased Vincent breakfast, provided him with lunch, and took him to supper. In the afternoon Vincent tried an experiment. Sitting in the field beside poor Claude, he "directed" a painting. "Some more green there, that's it. Darker, darker. Swirl the blue up close. . . good!" and so on, I could not believe it. Claude is a fool! In the evening Vincent drank too much red wine, and we had to put him to bed.

14 May--- I spoke sharply to Vincent today. Recently Claude painted two portraits of Vincent. Today I noted that they both bore Vincent's signature. "Well," said Vincent lamely, I touched them up in the evenings. Besides, I selected the props, the clothes, the attitude, composition--- everything, really. I wouldn't have needed Claude's assistance at all except that my mirror is no good." I told Claude that we should leave, but Claude likes Vincent and remains affable through Vincent's moods and raging. Vincent calls Claude his Belgian impressionist, for some insane reason.

You can actually see and tell which was done on the right and which one was done on the left. This alone should tell these MFA experts around this world whether Vincent was left or right handed. Can you just see these two artist in your minds passing each other brushes and color they needed to paint. That in itself would have been a sight to behold.

9 June 1888--- They worked on a landscape together; fields, green and yellow as far as the eye can see. Another experiment today; instead of alternating at the canvas as usual, they simultaneously Vincent on the left half, Claude on the right, passing brushes back and forth ("Give me the red. Are you finished with the orange?") until I thought I would go mad. Now and then Vincent paused to watch Claude saying, "Yes, yes, nice touch," and then he would repeat it on his side.

How does Claude stand it? I went over and shouted, "And you will take credit, as usual!"

"What credit? said Vincent, "Nobody buys my pictures."

On the way home he talked endlessly of how he will some day to be able to do a figure in a few strokes. I told him that he was already doing figures with no strokes at all.

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9 July 1888--- Last night Claude spoke of the starry night and used the phrase "the vault of heaven," and, by heavens, if today Vincent has not used the vary phrase in a letter to his brother! He drafts his letters in pencil now, and Claude goes over them checking spelling. Just now Vincent said, "Today I attack in Prussian blue and chrome yellow" Then he helped himself out of Claude's box. He had grown quite careless of costs, squeezing color out all over, on himself as well, as though he were a grand duke. He talks of God while playing billiards.

The day Vincent got mad because Claude preferred playing with a puppy to painting.

21 July 1888--- I have convinced Claude that it is time to go. When we told Vincent, he wept and wrung our hands. Then he became stone-faced and brooded in a corner while we packed our clothes. At the train station he suddenly shouted, "Go! Go! You both lack a commitment to art! Besides, Gauguin is coming!"

Poor Vincent. We waved to him as the train left, until he was just a speck. He looked so small and pitiful, and yet so strong. We saw him kicking flowerpots.

God grant the unsuspecting Gauguin is stronger than Claude was.

Gerald Dumas is a writer and cartoonist. I cannot remember exactly what Art magazine this article had come out of, but I believe it was the Art Connoisseur.

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