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Sente du Père Jean 1885
x 32 inches
Disparu states the 1964 Wildenstein Gauguin Catalogue Raisonné
beneath its black and white reproduction of this painting reproduced only once before, in
1929. And, until its recent reappearance, not publicly exhibited since 1928.
More importantly, the painting seems to record a very moving and particular
moment in Gauguins life. For there is good reason to believe that the small boy is
Gauguins second and favourite son Clovis.
Gauguins earliest recorded painting is dated 1873. He continued to work as
a stockbroker, leading an affluent life; and assembling a fine collection of impressionist
paintings that included five Cézannes. With the financial crash of 1882, he became a
full-time artist, having already produced work of considerable beauty and increasing
individuality. His art however was unable to support a growing family. And in October
1884, his Danish wife Mette returned with their five children to her family in Copenhagen.
Gauguin joined them a month later.
In June 1885, deeply frustrated by the hostility of Mette and her family to his
art; by his continuing inability to support his family and his dislike of Copenhagen,
Gauguin left his family and returned extraordinarily with six year old Clovis
to Paris. Shortly afterwards he began La Sente du Père Jean.
This painting marks a turning point. It gives unprecedented expression to his
artistic and spiritual goal. And joyously proclaims his freedom from a stifling, bourgeois
existence. The dramatic change, both stylistic and visionary, is clearly seen when
comparing it to his painting Ostervold Park, Copenhagen painted earlier that year.
Gauguin made fifteen recorded works of his children. Of these, five, aside from
this painting, portray Clovis. All, except for Clovis Reading , were done
before his return to Paris.
In the magical Clovis Asleep , the exotically patterned, richly
coloured background seems to merge with the childs dreams and fill the whole
painting with a dream-child sense of wonder. The gouache fan of Clovis in Profile with
a Mandolin , Clovis with Long Hair, Asleep and Clovis with Pola
may each have germinated the seed for this painting.
The pastel of Clovis with Pola shows a similarity of profile that is still
more pronounced in Clovis with Aline, and in Clovis Reading .
Two photographs of Clovis with long hair taken in 1884; and two showing him
re-united with his family in Copenhagen, point also to a discernible resemblance.
However, Gauguin has gone beyond literal portrayal. He paints the boy as a spirit
and symbol of innocence. But with a poignant tenderness that movingly accords with his
descriptions of Clovis in his letters to Mette.
It seems inconceivable that Gauguin would not have taken Clovis with him on the
glorious day portrayed in this painting and so soon after their traumatic break
with the family. Gauguin painted no other known picture of a boy preparing to fish or
indeed fishing. And it seems entirely possible that he would have given his son a rod,
fashioned from a branch, with which to fish whilst he painted.
Despite occasionally expressing to Mette his hope of reunion, Gauguin must have
realised that their separation, given her inability to comprehend his chosen path or the
nature of his art, might well be final. Also that he could not indefinitely care for
In this painting, Gauguin must have sensed he was recording an unbearably
precious moment. The childs innocence and vulnerability seem heightened by the
paintings exuberant, exotic beauty. And in setting the boys solitary, still
form, partly in shadow, against the dappled dancing shimmering light and blazing meadow,
Gauguin seems to have symbolised the extreme fragility and transience of that sublime
That winter, father and son were to suffer considerably.
To Mette November 1885
Clovis does not have a woollen jersey to wear, but apart from that he is well. I
am still on tenterhooks about the sale of the pictures and it has been very difficult
these past few days to feed ourselves adequately. I have received the stockings for
Clovis; he now has something to put on his feet and theyll last him for some time.
Hes very good and plays all alone in his little corner without troubling me. He
sometimes asks where his mother is and when she will come. You will find he has nothing
but good memories of you. Let us hope the others will not be brought up in ignorance of
their mother tongue and of their wretched father. It would take me until old age to come
to terms with that.
To Mette Late November 1885
Dont worry about Clovis. He has everything he needs apart from the little
woolly vests. It is extremely cold at the moment, and I could really do with mattresses
and blankets. Who knows, perhaps Ill receive them one of these days. You only gave
me three pairs of sheets which means I cant send them off alternately to the
laundry, one pair for Clovis and one pair for me. And what about my canvas shirts?
To Mette December 1885
Clovis is in bed today with a bit of a temperature and a cold. But it wont
come to anything. The only problem is that I am obliged to be out and leave him alone in
the house. He is very reasonable and understands that his father is poor; and he no longer
asks for the cakes he used to love so much. He is visibly growing; and this is perhaps
what is tiring him. In any case, dont worry about him. Hes always in good
spirits and has become very talkative, astonishing everyone with his incessant questions
which one is often embarrassed replying to.
To Mette February 1886
Clovis is heroic. When we sit together of an evening at our table before a bit of
bread and a slice of ham, he never thinks of the dainties he used to be given. He says
nothing, asks for nothing not even leave to play. And then he goes to bed. That is
his life, day by day. His heart and his brains are now those of a grown-up person. He is
growing fast but is not very well, always headaches and a particular pallor which worries
To Mette April 1886
Necessity is law and at times drives a man to desperation. When the child came
down with the smallpox, I had twenty centimes in my pocket. And for three days, we had
been eating stale bread and that on credit. Wild with worry, I applied for a job at the
station as a billboard paster. The director laughed when he saw my bourgeois appearance
and I had to convince him that I had a very sick son and had to have work. So I have been
posting notices at five francs a day. While I did so, Clovis lay sick with fever in his
bed. And in the evening I would come home and look after him.
After his illness, Clovis remained delicate; and Gauguin left him in the care of
a boarding house outside Paris. He again fell ill and spent a month in hospital.
To Mette September 1886
The other day I had news of Clovis. It seems that they are getting very fond of
him at the boarding house and that he is as right as a trivet. I miss him very much and if
I had had the money, I should have brought him here. Poor little chap, he wont have
any holidays. But in this world, one can only do what one can. In a months time,
unfortunately I shall have to go back to Paris to look for business. Let us hope that the
sculpture for ceramic production which I am going to undertake will bring in enough to
feed me and Clovis.
To Mette December 1886
Since my arrival in Paris, the life I lead is far from gay. I live, one
doesnt know how, on the three hundred and fifty francs proceeding from the sale of
my small Jongkind.
Out of that, I had to pay the board of Clovis who I had with me, without shoes on
his feet, and without a toy for his birthday. One gets used to anything. I have just spent
twenty-seven days happily in hospital. Unfortunately I have left it.
Clovis Reading  is Gauguins last recorded portrait of his son.
And perhaps it conveys a certain distance. A sense of inevitable parting.
To Mette April 1887
You seem to have misunderstood my letter about Clovis. You have to find someone
to pay his fare. I have just enough to pay my fare and shall arrive in America penniless.
What I shall do there I do not yet know myself.....but I want above all to leave Paris,
which is a wasteland for a poor man....I am going to Panama to live the life of a native.
You are going to have Clovis. The child will not tolerate the meagre affection
you and your family have for him. He is sensitive and intelligent. He will say nothing but
he will suffer. With kindness you will be able to do everything you wish with him;
otherwise you will antagonise him and make him behave badly. If people speak ill of his
father, he will feel it cruelly. It is a delicate plant I am entrusting to you.....
Unable to pay Cloviss board, Gauguin could not even visit his son to say
good-bye before leaving. Clovis died at the age of twenty-one, three years before his
father. Gauguin was never to know.
No! A thousand times no! The artist is not born all in one piece. It is much if
he adds a new link to the chain. Ideas are like dreams. A more or less formed assemblage
of hinted things or thoughts. Indeed, does one know whence they come?
Gauguin Before and After
Gauguin expressed wonder at the mysterious working of his mind. And the mystical
process by which past thoughts, ideas, and happenings would enter his work
seemingly of their own accord and without conscious knowledge.
I believe that the thought which has guided part of my work is mysteriously
linked with a thousand other thoughts, some my own, some those of others. There are days
of idle imagination from which I recall long studies, often sterile, more often troubling;
a black cloud has just darkened the horizon; confusion overtakes my soul and I am unable
to do anything. If in other hours of bright sunshine and a clear mind I attach myself to
such and such a fact, or vision, or bit of reading, I feel I must make some brief record
to perpetuate the memory of it.
Sometimes I have gone far back, farther back than the horses of the
as far back as the dada of my childhood, the good rocking horse. I have
lingered among the nymphs of Corot, dancing in the sacred wood of Ville dAvray.
The Intimate Journals of Paul Gauguin 1903
In Copenhagen, only a few months before making this painting, Gauguin had copied,
in gouache, Cézannes Midi, LEstaque [National Museum of Wales], one of
five Cézanne paintings he owned. In January 1885, he wrote to his friend Emile
For a long time, philosophers have been rationalising the phenomena which seem
supernatural to us and which we somehow sense. Everything is in this word. The
Raphaels and others were people in whom sensation was formulated long before thought,
which allowed them in their studies never to destroy this sensation; and to remain
Look into Natures immense creation and see if there arent any laws to
create all human feeling in all its varying and yet similar aspects. Look at a big spider
or a tree trunk in a forest. Without your realising it, both of them produce an awesome
sensation in you. All our five senses reach the brain directly imprinted with an infinity
of things no education can destroy.
Look at Cézanne, who is not understood, an essentially mystical, oriental
nature. His face looks like that of an old man from the Levant. In form, he is fond of the
mystery and the heavy tranquillity of a man lying down to dream. His colour is solemn,
like the oriental personality. A man of the Midi, he spends entire days on mountain
summits reading Virgil and looking at the sky. Thus his horizons are very high, his blues
very intense; and his red is stunningly vibrant. Like Virgil, who has several meanings
that can be interpreted to our liking, the literature of his paintings has a two-sided
parabolic meaning. Its depths are imaginary as well as real.
Gauguin might have been describing the very elements towards which he was
striving in his own work. Cézannes Midi LEstaque had a special
importance for him; and he tried unsuccessfully to re-purchase it after Mette had sold it.
Karl Marsden, a Danish friend, recorded Gauguins feeling for this
The path winding above the broken ground through the young trees,
reminded a French painter the owner of the picture of the lonely path along
which Christ wandered in sombre thought towards the Mount of Olives.
Gauguin identified with Christ and the suffering he underwent to realise his
vision of and for mankind. In three of his paintings of Christ, he portrays himself as
Christ. Cest mon portrait que je fais, he wrote of Christ at
the Mount of Olives.
It is indicative of Gauguins mystical, creative thinking that within months
of copying the Cézanne, he should, in La Sente du Père Jean, paint his own
To André Fontainas 1899
I act not at random but deliberately as my intellectual nature dictates, somewhat
in the manner of the bible in which doctrine [especially in connection with Christ]
expresses itself in a symbolic form presenting a double aspect, a form which on the one
hand, materialises the pure idea so as to make it more perceptible, and assumes the guise
of the supernatural. This is the literal, superficial, figurative, mysterious meaning of
the parable. And on the other hand, there is the spirit of the parable; not its figurative
but its representational explicit meaning.
Gauguin knew his bible. He understood its timeless, universal message; and the
poetry and power of its imagery. Is it coincidental that this painting should be imbued
with the spirit and poetry of the Twenty-Third psalm, with its premonition and acceptance
of the struggle ahead.
In 1893, at the end of Gauguins first stay in Tahiti, he wrote I
have escaped everything that is artificial and conventional. Here I enter into truth,
become one with nature. That first stay inspired Noa Noa [Fragrance], his
imaginative, autobiographical essay. It contains a passage that harks back to the very
spirit of this painting.
One day I wished to have for a sculpture a tree of rosewood. We left in the early
morning. The Indian paths in Tahiti are quite difficult for a European. Between two
unscaleable mountains there is a cleft where the water purifies itself. On either side of
the stream there cascades the semblance of a path. Trees pell-mell, monster ferns, all
sorts of vegetation growing wilder, more and more impenetrable as you climb towards the
centre of the island.
Complete silence, only the noise of water crying against the rock, monotonous as
the silence. And two we certainly were, two friends, he a quite young man and I almost an
old man in body and soul, in civilised vices, in lost illusions. From all this youth, from
this perfect harmony with nature which surrounded us, there emanated a beauty, a fragrance
Noa Noa that enchanted my heart.
The path had come to an end. We had to cross the river. My companion turned at
that moment, his innocent eyes resembled the limpidity of the water. Calm suddenly came
back into my soul, and this time I enjoyed the cool of the stream, deliciously plunging
into it with delight. We got back in the afternoon, tired. I was definitely at peace from
then on. I gave not a single blow of the chisel to that piece of wood without having
memories of a sweet quietude, a fragrance, a victory and a rejuvenation.
Without his Peruvian ancestry and early childhood in Lima, would Gauguin have
sacrificed everything to search for and give expression to the natural beauty and
innocence of an undefiled world? Would he have proclaimed it so wonderfully in his art?
And defended it so fearlessly and passionately in his actions?
La Sente du Père Jean stylistically, philosophically and symbolically
marks a profound departure. In Gauguins previous landscapes, the figures have
an almost decorative presence. They occupy no central compositional role, nor convey a
principal idea or individual characteristics. This is the first landscape in which the
figure takes centre stage - determining both the pictures balance and inner meaning.
The stream, a symbol of purification and lifes inexorable movement. The
pathway, an allusion to mans journey. The mysterious intimacy of a forest glade.
Luxuriant vegetation painted in colours of vibrant beauty and richness that verge upon the
exotic. The harmonious, exuberant, dancing interplay of colour, form, light and shade. The
bold, densely packed composition. The verticals of trees, upright and leaning, against the
diagonal of river and golden meadow. Light on water. An otherworldly figure of innocence.
Each brushstroke pulsating and charged. Reverberating stillness. Undulating all pervasive
music. All are elements to be found in various of his greatest paintings. For the first
time, they come together in this, his first portrayal of an idyllic biblical paradise.
Painting is the most beautiful of all the arts. It is the summation of all our
sensations, and contemplating it, we can each, according to our imagination, create the
story. In a single glance, our souls can be flooded with the most profound reflections. No
effort of memory, everything summed up in a single instant. A complex art which contains
and completes all the others. Like music, it works on the soul through the
intermediary of the senses. Harmonies of tones correspond to harmonies of sound
Notes Synthètiques 1885
The Shepherdess ; La Mare, Martinique ; Tropical
Vegetation ; Mango Pickers ; The Big Tree ; Homme
et Cheval ; Eau Mystèrieuse ; Gathering Fruit ; The
White Horse ; Tu Attends une Lettre ; and The Flight .
Were just these eleven paintings and there are others to be placed
beside La Sente du Père Jean, a direct and profound link would be apparent.
Irrespective of the individual elements each painting shares with this picture, they have
a common chord - a harmony echoing the same inner vibration.
To Fontainas February 1899 [mentioning Te Pape Nave Nave]
Are they not analogous to oriental chants sung in a thrill voice, to the
accompaniment of pulsating notes which intensify them by contrast? Beethoven uses them
frequently [as I understand it] in the Sonata Pathètique for example.
Delacroix too, with his repeated harmonies of brown and dull violets, a sombre cloak
suggesting drama. You go often to the Louvre! Think of what I said, look attentively at
Cimabue. Think also of the musical role colour will henceforth play in modern painting.
Colour which is vibration, just as music is, is able to attain what is most universal yet
at the same time most elusive in nature. Its inner force.
Gauguin considered Where Have We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?
 to be his supreme allegory and tribute to the poetry, mystery and beauty of
Beyond its stream and pathway. Beyond scattered patterns of sunlight transmuted
into bodies of honeyed gold. Beyond short, swift brushstrokes that calm to areas of even
flowing colour. Beyond even the otherworldly stillness of the boy and all but two
of the figures grouped together but alone. This and La Sente du Père Jean both
belong to the same vibrant heartbeat. The same spirit and vision permeate each. Would it
be so hard to imagine that small boy become the seated child eating fruit; or watch that
first Paradise Picture dissolve slowly into the later, more mystical picture?
Had Gauguin not painted the first picture, he would not have created the later
work. They are inextricably linked. A vital part of the same path.
To Mette 1892
You say that I am wrong in staying away for so long from the centre of the art
world. The centre of my art world is in my head, not anywhere else. And I am strong
because I am never side-tracked by others and I do what is inside me
Beethoven was deaf. He was isolated from everything, and so his works reflect the
living artist who lives in the world within him. I have only one goal, and I pursue it,
collecting pieces of evidence on the way. It is true that every year there are changes,
but they follow the same path.
To Fontainas [in a letter accompanying the manuscript Intimate
All this, all that, moved by an unconscious sentiment borne of solitude and
savagery idle tales of a naughty child who sometimes reflects and who is always a
lover of the beautiful. The beauty that is present. The only beauty that is human.
In painting La Sente du Père Jean, Gauguin found his vision. He painted
no other single intimate location three times. Was he, perhaps subconsciously, holding
onto, preserving - at a critical juncture in his life - the stillness and magic of a place
of great beauty. And the extreme poignancy of a moment of untold peace and joy.
To Daniel de Monfried November 1901
In my solitude here, I have what is needed to re-charge my forces. Here, poetry
exudes from everywhere, and when one is painting one has only to drift away in a dream to
Richard Nathanson © 2004
Sailing Vessel – Moonlight
Oil on canvas, signed and dated 1878 54 x 92.5 cms; 21.5 x 36.5
Provenance: M.Reynier, Paris.
The Archbishop of Paris, bequeathed by Madame Reynier.
Galerie R & C. Gerard Frères, Paris.
Knoedler & Co, Paris.
Purchased from the above in January 1924.
By descent to the grandchildren.
This painting has, to our knowledge, never been exhibited or
reproduced in any Gauguin publication. The Wildenstein certificate dated 21.4.
2011 confirms its inclusion in their forthcoming
catalogue raisonné supplement.
The above provenance is stated in Knoedler’s invoice dated 15th
January 1924. Gauguin dedicated his Fruit [Wildenstein No. 240]
to M. Reynier. And this painting may have been a gift to Madame Reynier for
looking after his son Clovis during his illness in early 1886 whilst Gauguin was
at work. His 1888-1890 sketchbook records Madame Reynier also receiving a Rouen
This autobiographical, prophetically allegorical work expresses
inner forces that were to drive Gauguin from his family and France in search of
his artistic, spiritual dream-vision. It is the first painting in which his
spirit literally soars as he embarks, inwardly and irrevocably, upon his
artistic journey; and it is all the more mysterious given he was to remain in
commerce another six years.
The painting is Gauguin’s only recorded work of 1878. And more
importantly, his only known painting of a lone sailing vessel forging its
solitary course amid threatening winds and turbulent seas beneath a starless
moonlit sky. No other early painting conveys so palpable a feeling of menace and
solitude; nor expresses more vividly and powerfully Gauguin’s inner thinking and
sense of unwavering artistic purpose. Its surging movement and pervading
restlessness are the antithesis of the almost hesitatingly painted wintry
stillness of La Seine, Pont d’Iéna of three years earlier in the Musée
There is no record of Gauguin visiting the coast in 1878; and the
painting depicts no recognisable coastline. It is thus almost certainly an
imaginary scene which may be considered, psychologically and symbolically, the
first self-portrait to reveal something of his innermost artistic thoughts and
Only a painting to which Gauguin attached particular importance
would, in relation to the 46 recorded and tentative by comparison paintings
predating it, account for its complex rhythms and dynamic movement. Its broad
vista. Painstaking fine-tuning evident in the numerous alterations. And
all-pervading moonlight determining, in even the smallest areas, the painting’s
mood and tonality. All make it a crucial bridge between the earlier works and
those of his maturing vision; and offer the most likely explanation for this
being Gauguin’s only known painting of 1878; and one very possibly intended for
the Paris Salon.
In this single work, Gauguin comes artistically of age, showing
himself in full command of his medium as he portrays, for the first time, his
X-rays show this to be painted over a landscape of small fields
with a peasant woman which relates directly to Gauguin’s 1873 painting
Working on The Land in the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge [inspired by
Pissarro’s over-door decoration for Gauguin’s guardians the Arosa brothers].
That he chose, when he could still afford good quality materials, to paint this
bold, sweeping, turbulent seascape over a tranquil, pastoral scene that
reflected Pissarro’s influence indicates his determination to distance himself
from his earlier work and its influences; also his deepening artistic assurance
and growing imaginative, spiritual thinking.
Gauguin is one of the forces of Nature’ remarked Degas. And this
powerfully emotional painting is testament to that profound observation.
The eminent Gauguin scholar Richard Brettell, writing below on
Landscape with Poplars [Indianapolis Museum of Art; Wildenstein 13] painted
three years earlier, might, in part, have been commenting on this painting:
This fascinating, brooding landscape is among Gauguin’s first
outright masterpieces. Although its dark tonality and relatively conservative,
pre-modern landscape motif might suggest otherwise, it could never be mistaken
for a work by any of the earlier painters who were its inspiration…..The
Indianapolis painting conveys a remarkable sense of isolation…..For Gauguin,
even as an amateur trying to prove his mastery, paintings raised questions of
the viewer. Where are we? Why are we here? What is being painted? How are we to
find meaning in this landscape? How do we escape? As we look at it and reflect
on its relationship to its sources, what seems at first to be an utterly
‘typical’ mid-nineteenth century landscape by a young amateur emerges as a work
that uses landscape to set up a physic distance between painter and viewer.
Gauguin revered Delacroix; and would have studied, from his
earliest painting days, the sixteen Delacroix in the Arosa collection. This
seascape has something of the intensity and menace he saw in Delacroix’s The
Shipwreck of Don Juan about which he wrote, in 1885, to Schuffenecker:
Have you noticed how this man had the temperament of a wild
beast that’s why he painted them so well…..his Don Juan’s boat is the hot breath
of a full-blooded monster and I should love to feast on that spectacle.
More pertinent still is Delacroix’s Christ Asleep on the Sea
of Galilee [Walters Art Gallery, Baltimore]. A protective halo of golden
light cushions Christ’s head amid thrashing seas and the brooding intensity of a
storm-ridden night sky. Gauguin would, very possibly, have known this and/or
other versions in the original or in reproduction.
To André Fontainas
I act consciously according to my intellectual nature. I act a
little like the bible, of which the doctrines [particularly regarding Christ]
are expressed in symbolic form presenting a double aspect; a form which first
materialises the pure ‘Idea’ to render it more palpable, affecting the guise of
supernaturalism which is the literal, allegorical and mysterious meaning of a
parable; and then the second aspect which gives it its spirit. And this is the
meaning, no longer allegorical but figurative and explicit of that parable.
These words and Gauguin’s later self-portraits
as Christ, suggest that whilst painting this, he might well have been thinking
about ‘Christ on the Sea of Galilee’. The vessel’s similarity to traditional
fishing craft brings to mind ‘The Miracle of Fishes’ and Christ boarding Peter’s
boat, after his night of fruitless fishing; and telling him to recast his net in
deeper waters. Also the second boat needed to contain the ensuing catch,
explaining perhaps, the small boat in tow. And for Gauguin, would that holy
harvesting of fish not also have been a metaphor for the riches he saw all about
him, whose beauty and mystery he longed to paint for eternity?
In 1864, aged 17, Gauguin joined the merchant navy remaining at
sea for eight years. No other great contemporary artist had a deeper experience
and understanding of the ocean’s awesome beauty and extreme dangers.
Although Gauguin was in salaried employment until 1884, he has,
in portraying himself as the lone sailor-vessel, inwardly already embarked upon
his artistic, spiritual journey. The vessel is set upon an, as yet, only
subconsciously perceived course, as Gauguin senses himself increasingly swept up
by creative forces he feels powerless to resist, regardless of cost to himself
and those he most loved. Three years later he wrote to Pissarro of his
unshakeable commitment to his art:
Business is at a very low ebb, and the future isn’t looking
too great…..My mind is completely taken up with dreams, observing nature and the
desire to work; and little by little I just forget about business or at least
how to do business. As for giving up painting even for a moment. Never.
To Emile Schuffenecker
For a long time, philosophers have been
rationalising the phenomena which seem supernatural to us and which we somehow
‘sense’. Everything is in this word. The Raphaels and others were people in whom
sensation was formulated long before thought, which allowed them in their
studies never to destroy this sensation; and to remain artists. Look into
Nature’s immense creation and see if there aren’t any laws to create all human
feeling in all its varying and yet similar aspects. Look at a big spider or a
tree trunk in a forest. Without your realising it, both of them produce an
awesome sensation in you. All our five senses reach the brain directly imprinted
with an infinity of things no education can destroy.
Before departing for Tahiti in 1888, he wrote
to Schuffenecker of his growing sense of solitude, already movingly apparent in
I can expect fewer and fewer people to
understand me, I know. What does it matter if I isolate myself from others? The
legend says that the Inca came directly from the sun and to the sun I shall
Gauguin’s self-identification with the
unswerving thrust of this solitary vessel and its single occupant is eerily
echoed in his 1892 letter to Mette:
You say that I am wrong in staying away for so
long from the centre of the art world. The centre of my art world is in my head,
not anywhere else. And I am strong because I am never side-tracked by others and
I do what is inside me. Beethoven was deaf. He was isolated from everything, and
so his works reflect the living artist who lives in the world within him. I have
only one goal, and I pursue it, collecting pieces of evidence along the way. It
is true that every year there are changes, but they follow the same path.
To Daniel de Monfried
In my solitude here, I have what is needed to
re-charge my forces. Here, poetry exudes from everywhere, and when one is
painting one has only to drift away in a dream to find inspiration.
Gauguin expressed wonder at the mysterious
workings of his mind. And the mystical process by which thoughts and happenings,
past and future, would enter his work, seemingly of their own accord and without
prior conscious knowledge.
I believe that the thought which has guided
part of my work is mysteriously linked with a thousand other thoughts, some my
own, some those of others. There are days of idle imagination from which I
recall long studies, often sterile, more often troubling; a black cloud has just
darkened the horizon; confusion overtakes my soul and I am unable to do
anything. If in other hours of bright sunshine and a clear mind I attach myself
to such and such a fact, or vision, or bit of reading, I feel I must make some
brief record to perpetuate the memory of it.
The Intimate Journals of Paul Gauguin 1903
Given Gauguin’s creative, mystical mind and
deeply-felt affinity with Christ, this unique and prophetic portrayal of his
sensed solitary artistic-spiritual path is especially moving. Its gleam of light
in the tilting lantern threatened, in an instant, with extinction. A single
inspired ray of hope and belief amid myriad forces of destruction.
Nathanson © 2013
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