A thousand thanks for sending your drawings;1
I very much like the avenue of plane trees beside the sea, with two women chatting in the foreground and the promenaders.2
||the woman under the apple tree3
||the woman with the parasol4
then the four drawings of nude women, especially the one washing herself, a grey effect embellished with black, white, yellow, brown. It’s charming.5
.... all admiration for Baudelaire
aside — I venture to assume, especially on the basis of those verses.... that he knew more or less nothing about Rembrandt.6
I’ve just found and bought here a little etching after Rembrandt, a study of a nude man, realistic and simple; he’s standing, leaning against a door or column in a dark interior. A ray of light from above skims his down-turned face and the bushy red hair.7
You’d think it a Degas
for the body, true and felt in its animality.
But see, have you ever looked closely
at ‘the ox
’ or the interior of a butcher’s shop in the Louvre?8
You haven’t looked closely at them, and Baudelaire
infinitely less so.
It would be a treat for me to spend a morning with you in the Dutch gallery. All that is barely describable. But in front of the paintings I could show you marvels and miracles that are the reason that, for me, the primitives really don’t have my admiration first and foremost and most directly.9
But there you are; I’m so far from eccentric. A Greek statue, a peasant by Millet
, a Dutch portrait, a nude woman by Courbet
, these calm and modelled perfections are the reason that many other things, the primitives as well as the Japanese, seem to me.... like writing with a pen
they interest me infinitely.. but something complete, a perfection, makes the infinite tangible to us.
And to enjoy such a thing is like coitus, the moment of the infinite.
For instance, do you know a painter called Vermeer
, who, for example, painted a very beautiful Dutch lady, pregnant? This strange painter’s palette is blue, lemon yellow, pearl grey, black, white.11
Of course, in his few paintings12
there are, if it comes to it, all the riches of a complete palette, but the arrangement of lemon yellow, pale blue, pearl grey is as characteristic of him as the black, white, grey, pink is of Velázquez
Anyway, I know, Rembrandt
and the Dutch are scattered around museums and collections, and it’s not very easy to form an idea of them if you only know the Louvre.
However, it’s Frenchmen, C. Blanc
certain others, who have written better than the Dutch on that art.
Those Dutchmen had scarcely any imagination or fantasy, but great taste and the art of arrangement; they didn’t paint Jesus Christs, the Good Lord and others. Rembrandt
though – indeed, but he’s the only one
(and there are relatively few biblical subjects in his oeuvre),14
he’s the only one who, as an exception, did Christs, &c.
And in his case, they hardly resemble anything by other religious painters; it’s a metaphysical magic.
painted angels — he makes a portrait of himself as an old man, toothless, wrinkled, wearing a cotton cap — first, painting from life in a mirror15
— he dreams, dreams, and his brush begins his own portrait again, but from memory, and its expression becomes sadder and more saddening; he dreams, dreams on, and why or how I do not know, but just as Socrates
had a familiar genie,16
Rembrandt, behind this old man who bears a resemblance to himself, paints a supernatural angel with a Da Vinci
I’m showing you a painter who dreams and who paints from the imagination, and I started off by claiming that the character of the Dutch is that they invent nothing, that they have neither imagination nor fantasy.
Am I illogical? No. Rembrandt
invented nothing, and that angel and that strange Christ; it’s — that he knew them, felt
paints a Christ using an unexpected light lemon note, this colourful and luminous note in the painting being what the ineffable strangeness and charm of a star is in a corner of the firmament.18
Now, there’s a gulf between the method of Delacroix
and that of all the rest of religious painting.
I’ll write to you again soon. This to thank you for your drawings, which give me enormous pleasure. Have just finished portrait of young girl of 12, brown eyes, black hair and eyebrows, flesh yellow grey, the background white
, strongly tinged with veronese, jacket blood-red with violet stripes, skirt blue with large orange spots, an oleander flower in her sweet little hand.19
I’m so worn out from it that I hardly have a head for writing.20
More soon, and again, many thanks.