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.
Dear Heather and Judith (for other readers?….I happen to like both ladies, quite aside fromthis blog),
When Herve and I visited St. Paul de Mausole, the inevitable moment came when, despite the call of Art, the call of Nature spoke more forcefully to Dr. Herve. He went off in search of a public bathroom (this is, for so many reasons, just NOT a place where you'd pee in a corner of the garden). I was, at that point, feeling fairly overwhelemed by the whole place (this is definitely NOT something that happens to me a lot). I went off, walking quietly on that quiet morning, to look around outside the main building.
I walked into one of the small courtyard gardens and saw, from behind, an American (hard to mistake, given the logos on her t-shirt, baseball cap, and backback) woman sitting on a bench.
She was sitting there….all alone, not moving, and very-softly singing Don McClean's "Starry, Starry Night" to herself.
I heard her, started to say something (I didn't want to spook her), stopped in my tracks, and I simply started silently backing-out by the way I'd come. I didn't want to interrupt what was obviously a very special, intimate moment of hers.
Of course….that's now my own favorite memory of the place….one of my favorite memories from all my travels, in fact.
—-david terry
http://www.davidterryart.com
Thanks Heather, and David, too, for reminding me how in awe I was, when as a freshman at Northwestern, I visited Van Gogh's work at the Chicago Art Institute. I remember standing there, looking at the brush strokes, thinking like David, He touched these paintings. His hand held the brush that made these amazing strokes.
Greet, I still can't get over how beautiful your home is…just like it's owner!
Oh thank you, Jackie. You all are truly what makes doing this more than worthwhile…
Happy Labor Day Weekend! Woot Woot!
Holy canoli, I didn't know that and of course am crazy for it. I scrolled back up to the self-portrait of Vincent (in the second photos) and thought that might be his wonder swirling around him…
And I will say that the capacity to wonder has saved my derriere a few times already…
Heather?….do you know this quotation from Einstein?…..:
"The man who has ceased to wonder has practically ceased to exist".
There'd be no need to reply, since you now, if not previously, know the quotation.
—david terry
This is a wonderful post Heather! I really enjoyed it! Love the paintings of Van Gofg a lot!
Happy weekend my friend! And thank you so much for your nice comment on my latest blogpost!
xx
Greet
Van Gogh was almost certainly schizophrenic, and as such would most likely have been treated with drugs which would have made him easier to get along with but may well have reduced or altered his creativity.
Beautiful post.
Oh Heather, You have created such a rich community here. . .it is such a pleasure to read your posts, view your photos and then enjoy the comments that follow. Happy Weekend to you~
If you look at our true geniuses that often seems to be the case, Mumbai. Einstein's wife would sometimes have to chase after him because he would leave the house with only one shoe on…