My dear Theo,
Coming back to my dwelling in Arles I realize that walls have seized to bend. The sense of suffocation that I felt is gone. Even colors seem to change from sunshine into clouds.
When I look at my paintings made before the incident I realize that what the doctor said might be true. Paul have sent me a painting from Tahiti and I realize how much we’ve changed.
The voices have ceased for now but I cannot seem to paint in yellow anymore. Could you send me money for some paint and canvas, please.
The picture immediately made me think of Van Gogh and his picture from Arles. In particular “The Bedroom”. I imagine this being a letter sent off to brother Theo sent after he cut of his ear. You can always speculate how his painting might look different because of his mental state.
At Friday Fictioneers we write different stories to the same image in 100 words every week. Rochelle selects the picture and we write. Join the fun if you want to exercise your writing skills.
July 12, 2017