![]() ![]() (from Letter 274 to Theo from the Hague, 11 March 1883) I mean, I may be in certain relatively great difficulties, and there may be gloomy days in my life, but I shouldn't like to be counted among the unfortunate, nor would it be correct if I were. I have a firm faith in art, a firm confidence in its being a powerful stream which carries a man to a harbor, though he himself must do his bit too at all events, I think it such a great blessing when a man has found his work that I cannot count myself among the unfortunate. Of course my moods change, but the average is serenity. In my opinion, I am often rich as Croesus-not in money, but (though it doesn't happen every day) rich-because I have found in my work something which I can devote myself to heart and soul, and which inspires me and gives a meaning to life. ![]() And yet, here, too, do we find the man who writes: ![]() Often, you can hear the man in the words (just, as I mention elsewhere, you can see the man in the paintings)-lonely, unhappy, poverty-stricken, sick, completely despairing. What better way to learn the innermost thoughts and feelings about Van Gogh than in his own words? His letters to his brother, Theo, make for extremely poignant, and often incredibly heartbreaking reading. ![]()
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