I do what I do surrendering myself to nature, without thinking of this or that.
…it’s nature that I feed on. I exaggerate, sometimes I make changes to the subject. Nevertheless, I don’t invent the whole picture – on the contrary I find it ready made in nature but in need of unraveling.
[7 October, 1888]
To work up the heat to melt those golds and flower tones isn’t something that just anyone can do; it takes all the energy and concentration a single individual can muster.
[23 January, 1889]
Since it’s still winter here, please just let me get on with my work; if it’s the work of a madman, that’s just too bad. There’s nothing I can do about it.
[28 January 1889]
I keep thinking about the need to work, and I believe that I’ll regain my full ability for work quite soon. But I often find work so absorbing that I can become very preoccupied and inept bout sorting out the rest of my life.
[mid-May 1889]
You’ll appreciate that this combination of ochre-red, green made dull with gray, and black lines defining the contours — that all this produces something of that feeling of anguish known as “black-red” often experienced by my companions in misfortune. And for that matter, the subject of a mighty tree struck by lightning and the sickly, green-pink smile of the last flower of autumn serve to confirm this idea.
[20 November 1889]
When I was writing this letter I got up to put a few brushstrokes on a canvas I’m working on — in fact, it’s the one with the battered pine trees against a red, orange and yellow sky — yesterday it was very fresh — the tones pure and bright — well, I don’t know what came into my head while I was writing and looking at the canvas, but I told myself that it wasn’t right. So I took a color that appeared on the palette, a dirty, matte white that you get by mixing white, green, and a little carmine. And I plastered this green tone all over the sky, and at a distance it does indeed soften the tones by breaking them up; and yet it would seem as if one was spoiling the canvas and making it dirty. Isn’t this exactly what misfortune and illness do to us and to our health, and are we not better off like this, with the fate that destiny ordains, than serene and in good health by the lights of our own vague ideas and desires of possible happiness? I cannot tell.
[ca. 10 December, 1889]
I fell ill at the time I was doing the almond blossom. If I’d been able to continue working, you can tell from it that I would have done more trees in blossom. Now the blossom on the trees is almost over, I really have no luck.
[30 April, 1890]
And to be honest, it is only through our pictures that we can speak. Dear brother…through me you have your part to play in the actual production of certain canvases, which even in the midst of this disaster retain their calm.
For that’s where we are, and that is all or at least the main thing I have to tell you at this moment of relative crisis. At a moment when things are very fraught among those dealing in pictures by artists both living and dead.
As for my own work, I risk my life for it and my sanity is half shot away because of it — fine — but you’re not one of those dealers in men as far as I know, and you can choose the side you’re on, it seems to me, and act with genuine humanity, but what’s to be done?
[24 July 1890]*
The text for this work is comprised of excerpts from these letters, dated October 1888 - July 1890 (the last two years of Van Gogh’s life), when he suffered from frequent mental breakdowns. By reading his letters I discovered that he was very self-critical, full of self-doubt, and even though he is now considered one of the most influential masters of 20th century painting, his art went unrecognized during his lifetime. His brother, Theo, acted as his patron and art dealer, and, as evidenced by the letters, had unwavering faith in his brother’s talent.
Van Gogh tells his brother about the weather, the painting techniques he experiments with, and the effect of his mental illness on his work. I was especially intrigued with his writings on color ~ very particular and often related to his mental state at the time. When composing this song, I wanted to capture all these variances of color, especially in the percussion. This project has also been deeply meaningful to me because of my own experiences with the crippling mental health of a family member. As an artist it was also comforting to read of another artist’s obsessions and struggles surrounding their art. I also feel “the need to work” at any given moment of the day. My composing is such a huge part of my identity as a person, and focusing on my craft centers and stabilizes me, much like it did for Van Gogh.
- Jocelyn Hagen
1 review for Dear Theo: Letters from Vincent Van Gogh
Erik Barsness –
“DearTheo” is really a wonderful piece of music and it is a great new addition to the repertoire for percussion and tenor! The timbre of the marimba and sustained metal sounds are the perfect match for Van Gogh’s letters to his brother. The percussion part uses a 5 octave marimba, a gong, several cymbals and other sustained metal sounds. Some advanced techniques are used in the piece such as ostinatos in one hand while the other hand plays freely, as well as one handed rolls.
“Dear Theo” would be a welcomed addition to any recital, whether advanced college/graduate level or professional.
I hope you enjoy performing “Dear Theo” as much as I have!