When Remi first made the fateful suggestion that we swing by the town of Arles on our way home from the Visa Pour L’Image Photography Festival in 2003, one name flashed into my mind: Vincent Van Gogh. It was reason enough for me to quickly agree, as I used to regularly visit his masterpieces at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and MOMA in Manhattan (and I still make pilgrimages to say hello whenever I return for a visit). I was only vaguely impressed by the town’s Roman monuments but was immediately transported by the light, his light. It was one of the reasons why we fell in love with this small Provençal town.
Van Gogh only lived in Arles for a year and yet it was the most prolific period of his career. He was as equally inspired by the color found in the landscapes as he was by the city’s seamier underbelly. He was a believer and wished to create an atelier du Midi, an artist’s collective similar to that which Claude Monet had formed in Giverny. After months of insistent demanding, Paul Gaugin joined him and yet it was immediately clear that he was not willing to stay. Their fighting increased until it lead to “the ear incident” where, in a fit of rage and despair, Van Gogh cut off a part of his left ear (most scholars agree that it was a little bit more than the lobe). When Gaugin found him passed out in a pool of blood later that evening, he hired several young men to carry him to the Hôtel Dieu.
During his recovery, thirty townspeople signed a petition against the fou roux or red-headed madman, which lead to the closing of his carefully decorated Yellow House (later bombed by the Americans during World War II). After a brief interval, Van Gogh agreed to leave Arles and enter the Saint-Paul de Mausole hospital, located over the Alpilles hills in St.-Rémy-de-Provence.
He stayed for over a year and created one hundred paintings and as many drawings while there. Initially, his treatment forbade him from leaving the closed gardens…
…and the magnificent 11th century cloister. Unsurprisingly, they became frequent subjects of his pieces…
…as did the view from the series of rooms that his Brother, Theo, had requested.
The first was his bedroom, the second his studio and then an additional room was added in which to stack up his quickly accumulating canvases.
Initially, Vincent felt that his medical treatment was a success and he was eventually allowed to paint in the fields and olive groves outside of the asylum’s walls. Today, there are plaques throughout (as well as in Arles) that indicate the precise spot that had inspired certain scenes.
It is as thrilling as the surrounding lavender garden is calming to the senses. This land has been sacred ground for over one thousand years and that enduring peace is pervasive.
Unfortunately, during the end of his stay, Vincent suffered a severe relapse and after just over one year of treatment, he left the hospital to be closer to Doctor Gachet in Auvers-sur-Oise. His life ended two months later.
By all accounts, Vincent Van Gogh took great solace in nature during his stay. His greatest masterworks were created at St. Paul, including, Starry Night, The Irises and Vincent’s Room in Arles.
This corner of Provence is still largely what it was during his time there and yes, the beauty remains. St. Paul continues on as an active psychiatric hospital. I often see some of their patients out for a guided walk through Arles on a Tuesday.
Inspired by their most famous occupant, the Valetudo Association has been helping the patients of the asylum demystify their illness through the use of art therapy. The site’s boutique offers their work for sale. It is a beautiful link to the past, one creating a positive future and a living piece of the vibrant legacy of Vincent Van Gogh.
Maison de santé Saint-Paul de Mausole
Route des Baux, St.-Rémy-de-Provence
Website in English: please click here.
Site en français: veuillez cliquer ici.
A portion of the site is open to visits from the public and it is well worthwhile.
This seemed like an appropriate post for the end of Summer and the beginning of Autumn as well as a fitting follow-up to my previous post. Thank you all for your wonderful comments.
For those in the States, I am wishing you all a wonderful Labor Day weekend.
May it be a peaceful one for us all.
Thank you EE, always a pleasure to have you stop by.
I can imagine. I would like to see those wheat fields too.
I always have been too–maybe because he was a red-head???
Remi is having a meeting in the other room so I will have to wait until later to see which Kate Bush song you have chosen.
And yes, I shook my head with surprise when I read your email this morning (and was, unsurprisingly, deeply moved by your self-portrait, I can't stop thinking about it). Especially, as I took these photos over a year ago, when my Sister was visiting.
I always take too many photos, or ridiculously, save certain stories for a rainy day like a squirrel. I thought of this again because of the quote in Gallivanta's post that I forwarded you about a broken bell having resonance and that she had included that because of my previous post–plus the amazing talk by Eleanor Longden that you sent…
I wondered about Van Gogh, his numerous maladies and if he could have survived today…He truly was detested here as he knew (in your second quote), the local stories are still passed down…and yet what he was capable of when he could tap into the harmony inside him…How he did find beauty amidst in the unusual in Arles (of the Roman monuments he painted Les Alyscamps, not the Arena) and in its struggles towards the industrial age (my eye casually ignored the facotry smoke and trains present in many of the works he did while here, an error).
I find inspiration in his struggles although I do understand that true geniuses are few and far between despite our culture's adoration of the word…
I do love a coincidence, I have to admit.
Thank you Edgar. You know, when I would look at his paintings in NYC, I would think, "Oh, he is just crazy…" yadayada…but as soon as I moved here, I could see that he wasn't exagerrating at all…
Bon Weekend to you too!
Oh a week is far too short, Karen! You really must come back when you can. 🙂
I also really appreciate that the institution is using art therapy to help with their patient's recovery. It is very moving to look at their work in the boutique. And of course, a return visit is always in order! It's Provence after all!
Thank youuuu! Please give bisous to those sweet puppers of yours. Hoping Bailey's foot is on the mend!
Nor can I, N…nor can I… 🙂
A wonderful story about this region and their famous inhabitants. You enriched my knowledge with your extensive description not to say the wonderful pictures too.
Van Gogh was a genius, but genius and insanity are not wide apart.