LONDON.- The two vivid portraits the poet and the lover hang together in the first room of the exhibition, as they did above Vincent van Goghs bed in the so-called Yellow House in a working-class neighborhood of Arles, France.
It was there, roughly two years before his death by suicide in July 1890, that he dreamed of creating a Studio of the South an artist commune that would produce avant-garde art bathed in the golden light of southern France. (I know that it will do certain people good to find poetic subjects THE STARRY SKY THE VINE BRANCHES THE FURROWS the poets garden, he wrote to his brother, Theo.)
Van Goghs friend, painter Paul Gauguin, came to stay for two months in late 1888 (ending with the dispute in which the Dutchman famously lopped off part of his own ear), but van Gogh was otherwise alone in Provence. It was a prolific period during which despite emotional turmoil, mental breakdowns and periodic institutionalization the artist produced some of his most famous, inventive and moving works.
Van Gogh: Poets and Lovers, which runs through Jan. 19 at the National Gallery in London, brings together more than 50 works (some of them rarely on loan) to present a fresh and tender vision of the well-known artist. The show is a centerpiece of the museums 200th anniversary celebrations.
The exhibitions focus is on the painters two final years, when his distinctive writhing line, hallucinatory palette, impastoed surfaces and romantic visions reached new heights. It also highlights how he displayed his works in the Yellow House, carefully arranging them to create an environment of images in conversation, and his desire to make paintings that transformed what he observed in ordinary life into a kind of poetry.
In portraits such as The Lover (Portrait of Lieutenant Milliet) and The Poet (Portrait of Eugène Boch), both from 1888, this impulse translated into images of acquaintances cast in archetypal roles. Milliet, a local soldier lothario, is shown from the shoulders up, wearing a pristine black uniform of the Zouave regiment (an infantry unit active in Northern Africa) with shiny gold buttons, a silver medal and a rakishly tilted red cap. The lovers soft eyes look dreamily into the distance, and he appears to float in a teal-green ether of angled brushstrokes, the air vibrating with longing. At the upper-right corner, like an enigmatic hieroglyph, floats a crescent moon curved around a single star.
The poet, too, appears against a stellar background. Van Gogh described Boch, a fellow painter, in Keatsian terms as an artist friend who dreams great dreams, who works as the nightingale sings. He would paint him faithfully to begin with, van Gogh wrote to his brother, but that would not be the end of the matter. To finish it, he added, Im now going to be an arbitrary colorist. Bochs upper body, clad in a brown coat, is plain and flattened, but his face is detailed and expressive, touched with highlights of yellow, green, white, red, gold and a sea-foam shine here and there that picks up the color of his striped shirt. The contours of his cropped blond hair glow like a halo against a dark-blue background speckled with stars, as if he brings news from the firmament.
In a display dedicated to the Yellow House, The Bedroom (1889) offers a vertiginous perspective of the painters bed in a cramped corner with his own paintings hung on the surrounding blue walls. One of them might be Self-Portrait (1889), a three-quarter view of the artist, wearing a blue smock and with a palette in hand, that hangs nearby; another could be a portrait of Marie Ginoux, a local cafe owner whom he painted five times as LArlésienne a famed and elusive Provencal beauty. In a version of The Bedroom from the year earlier, however, the two works above the bed, looking down on the crumpled sheets like sentries, are the lover and the poet.
Much of van Goghs life and work is colored with evangelical tones: He did an early stint as a pastor, wished fervently to be part of a commune and doggedly made art amid personal suffering. Portraiture was where the future lies, he wrote to his friend Emile Bernard, an artist, but color was the ultimate emotional and spiritual almost cosmic force: The painter of the future is a colorist such as there hasnt been before, he wrote elsewhere, as if art could be a form of time travel.
Van Gogh painted the public parks of Arles and the garden of its asylum where he stayed after his first mental breakdown in extraordinary colors and thick, energetic strokes. Across dozens of works, sun-dappled paths are bright blue or yellow, mustard-hued trees frame verdigris skies, and plane tree bark is streaked with violet. Dense green undergrowth is a mass of variegated daubs that roil and teem, alive. And these landscapes often feature tiny figures, holding hands or arm in arm: lovers or poets, perhaps both.
The most stunning room of the show gathers six 1889 canvases of olive trees seen behind the asylum in Saint-Rémy, where van Gogh spent his final months after another breakdown. Above clusters of trees whose branches twist and gnarl, clouds swell and bulge in alien forms. These are all rendered in the same short strokes, so that shadows on the ground, undulations of earth and bunches of leaves are only differentiated by shifts in color. In one work, the sun is a bright orb whose rays spill down onto the leaves below, tinging them with flecks of gold. In another, the leaves seem to merge with the sunset sky as if taking leave of the earth.
Van Gogh can seem overly familiar, but as in Poets and Lovers there is always something new to see and perhaps, moreover, to feel.
Van Gogh: Poets and Lovers
Through Jan. 19 at the National Gallery, London; nationalgallery.org.uk.
This article originally appeared in
The New York Times.