“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere” -Van Gogh, The Paris Years
Boulevard De Clichy, Paris 1887
Bonjour toute le monde, ca va? I’ve been with my family the past few days and we’re watching old movies and
reminiscing about trips we’ve taken over the years. My mom has always loved Van Gogh and with the passing of Kirk Douglas it was only natural that we watch Lust for Life the other night. It got me thinking about sweet, sensitive Vincent and his life so I started searching for paintings he created while living in Paris from 1886-1888.
The Parisian Novels, 1887
View from Theo’s Apartment, 1886
He was someone who purposefully looked for beauty. Somewhere between the years of sunflowers and starry nights, he lived with his brother Theo in Montmartre. His Paris works exceed 200 pieces, so it’s incredible that he only sold 2 canvases in his lifetime. What’s also amazing is how fascinated he was by the same things in Paris that we are today. The view from his window, the rooftops, the chimneys, the light…his works are a sort of gentle, visual map of a changing city at a pivotal time. His letters are a real insight into his mental state, personality and true lust for life.
Theo’s Apartment, 1886
View from the Apartment, rue Lepic
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View of Paris from Montmartre, 1886
I love how lush this one is and how we can almost feel the coolness of the green leaves on a summer day. Montmartre is still one of the best places in Paris to find trees outside a window. It’s easy to see why he was so inspired to capture the essence of the day.
View of Paris, 1886
Like a puzzle, we can piece together his two years in the city and understand what his life was like while living there. Such a wild time. It was the Industrial Revolution after all. An incredible era with exhibitions and new inventions, photography, steam engines, a building boom and a world evolving at the speed of light. Painters, writers, sculptors, philosophers, architects and new plans for every corner. It was probably a lot to take in and he was a sensitive, delicate soul. Seems like he may have spent a lot of time looking out the window onto the busy city, just happy to be an observer sometimes.
Paris Rooftops 1886
As much as the rooftops fascinated him, he did go out and when he did was all over the city from top to bottom, sketching and painting every inch including the places we know and love like the Louvre and the Opera.
The Pont du Carrousel and the Louvre, 1886
It’s amazing to see how much was undeveloped. Paris is an ancient city and yet at that time it still had wide open spaces.
View Of Paris With The Opera, 1886
Allee Jardin du Luxembourg, 1887
Avenue in a Park, 1888
The parks were a refuge then as they are now. Some things just don’t change. As a sensitive person he sought out places that provided a quiet solitude.
In the Boulogne Forrest, 1886
He studied the passersby as well at their daily activities, fascinated by the lives and times of typical Parisians.
State Lottery, Paris 1887
The Brothel, 1887
To get away from the bustling commercial center of town, he spent a lot of time just outside the city limits, in Asnières, an area in the northwestern suburbs along the Seine. His paintings show how Paris was developing and progressing, but he was able to find places of silence and simple pleasures by the Seine, enjoying the boats, the restaurants and gardens and open spaces while documenting the development during those two busy years.
Fortifications of Paris with Houses, 1887
It’s truly fascinating to see how open and uncluttered Paris was at the time. He must have looked for places to set up his easel where he could find glimmers of nature. He really leads us through a changing world and must have kept one step ahead of to avoid the confusion and noise. If we look at his body of work as a whole, his main focus is usually on color, light and natural elements. Cities aren’t normally convenient places to find any of that but he sought it out and translated it onto the canvas.
Walk on the Banks of the Seine in Asnières, 1887
On the Outskirts of Paris, 1887
The Laundry Boat on the Seine at Asnières
Exterior of La Sirene at Asnières, 1887
Banks of the Seine at Pont De Clichy, 1887
The Banks of the Seine, 1887
The Banks of the Seine with Boats, Spring, 1887
The Bridge of Courbevoie, Paris, 1887
The Seine at the Pont de Clichy
As much as he loved the outskirts he found his way back to Montmartre and that seemed to be his touchstone as it was also home base. Many of his paintings feature the windmills and gardens and vineyards and cafes which were part of everyday life.
Montmartre, Paris, 1886
Vegetable Gardens in Montmartre, 1887
The Hill of Montmartre with Stone Quarry and Windmills, 1886
Terrasse du Café la Guinguette À Montmartre, 1886
Le Blute-Fin Mill, 1887
Le Moulin de la Galette, 1887
Le Moulin de la Galette, 1887
Montmartre Behind the Moulin de la Galette, 1887
Montmartre Windmills and Allotments, 1887
Factories Near Montmartre, 1887
Sloping Path in Montmartre, 1886
Impasse des Deux Freres, 1887
There are so many more pieces but I guess they will have to wait for another day. For now, dear Vincent continues to live on fascinating us with his life and times and beautiful perspective on the places we know and treasure. His paintings never get old and have an innocence that still touches us to this day. I’m feeling nostalgic about him today, wishing he had found peace and love and satisfaction. We know though that he never did, so Iet’s just end with the song that says it all…
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen nowFor they could not love you, love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Oh, starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
Oh, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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