![]() Seurat: Alright Bernard, come here Mr.Emile Bernard: Haha, come on Seurat, put him out of his misery.Now why do you paint it indoors by gaslight? I mean how can you judge your colors? Vincent Van Gogh: Excuse me, but this is a summit exterior.Once you accept the phenomenon of the duration of life and the human race. Seurat: I don't mix my colors on canvas.Emile Bernard: Can be? Is being done, right here in Paris through precise, scientific methods.Vincent Van Gogh: Oh what are you talking about, Seurat again? You really think a painting can be done by formula?.Guessing with every brush stroke, pouring rivers of paint into haphazard combinations, but actually everything we're after can be achieved mathamatically. Emile Bernard: Everything you've been doing - what we've all been doing - obsolete, the whole lot of it.I want to paint something that smells of bacon, smoke, and steam something that's the good dark color of our Dutch earth. I want to make clear that these people - sitting round a meal of potatoes in the evening - have turned the soil with the very hands they put in the dish, that they have honestly earned their food. All these months I've been trying to find a pattern trying not so much to draw hands as gestures, not so much faces as the expressions of people - men and women who know the meaning of toil. They make such good subjects the old oak wood darkened by the sweat of hands, and the shadow of the looms on the gray mud walls. Since the rains came I've become absorbed in the weavers. To paint these people means to be with them in the fields day after day, and by their firesides at night. In the paintings of the old masters, did you ever see a single man or woman at work? Did they ever try to paint a laborer or a man digging? They didn't, and for good reason: because work is so hard to draw. Do you realize Theo that what I'm doing is new. I feel the force to work growing daily within me. Vincent Van Gogh: Dear Theo, Thank you for the money, and the paints and canvas.Now gentlemen, can we send that kind of man out into the field to represent our society? Gachet: and has to *read* like a stumbling and inarticulate child. He is completely unable to speak extemporay! He prepares long and obscure sermons which he's unable to memorize, ![]() Gachet: Gentlemen I have trained a great many students in evangelical work, but never in my life have I come across a case quite like this. Commissioner De Smet: Now about this other young man Dr.Gachet, a very creditable group of young men. May the lord guide you, and sustain you in all your ways. Commissioner De Smet: You are now qualified for evangelical work, under the auspices of The Belgian Committee of the Messengers of the Faith.Happens in a bright daylight, the sun flooding everything in a light of pure gold. Sister Clothilde: It doesn't seem a sad death.Theo Van Gogh: My own brother my poor, poor brother.Vincent Van Gogh: I hope he has a quieter soul than mine.We were worried about nothing, h-h-he was just teething, that was all. Vincent Van Gogh: Is the baby really better?.At least if you'd gotten back the cost of paint and the canvasses. Vincent Van Gogh: I acted like a joke with this whole sorry business if it wasn't for the trouble I've caused you.He stands there, you smash his teeth in, or he does it to you - either way it's alright: there's a *decision*. And I know why: because suddenly there's something in front of you, something you can hit at. Even that piddling brawl out there made me feel better than I have in weeks. Paul Gauguin: Last winter in Martinique, I got into a fight with some sailors.Paul Gauguin: Ah, that's why I let it out before it hurts me.I have too much inside me, I'm afraid of it. Vincent Van Gogh: Violence makes me sick.I have this, th-this attraction to violence. oh Vincent, why do I do it? Now here I pride myself on my sense of logic and order, and inside I'm a savage. Paul Gauguin: Huh, better setup in here before the Louvre grabs it.Paul Gauguin:, a masterpiece, straight from the salon.It won't be for long, just long enough for me to find a little order in my life a little peace. Vincent Van Gogh: Find a place for me to go, please.Theo Van Gogh: Vincent don't, you mustn't think like that.Believe me, I'll be better off in an asylum. Vincent Van Gogh: How, Theo? Will you and Johanna take turns watching me? Make sure the symptoms aren't coming back? When your baby's born.You'll see that none of this ever happens again. Theo Van Gogh: Vincent, you could come and live with us in Paris and have a reasonable life.Anymore of these attacks could leave me helpless, like a crab on its back, unable even to do away with myself. Vincent Van Gogh: Theo, I want to have myself committed.You're doing very well, and quite soon you'll be able to travel. Theo Van Gogh: Vincent, I've just been with Dr.
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