Mauve, who was married
to Vincents cousin, was a well-known painter and his canvases were
already quite expensive.
After his departure from Etten, rejected by his parents, Vincent found
shelter in La Haye, at Mauves, who kindly greeted him, lent him
some money to settle near his home and taught him colour.
He gave Vincent his first palette.
Vincent dubbed him his master and subscribed to all his views. Thanks
to his advice, his watercolour started to look like something.
But after a few weeks, Mauve rejected him, and didnt want to see
Was it because he had learned his affair with a prostitute from Teersteg?
Vincent resented Teersteg, his former boss, for turning Mauve against
him, for reducing a man to misery, or to get in the way of his friendships
without any precise reason.
For a long time, he wished he had followed Mauves advice and would
try to see him again over and over, but to no avail.
He went so far as to acknowledge honestly, trustfully he was
wrong about what happened a long time ago.
When he heard about his death, Vincent was very sad, and thought a lot
Mauves death blew me away; he painted with passion
a plot of ploughed land in an orchard, a fence made of reeds, and
two blooming peach-trees, pink in a blazing blue sky, with white clouds,
right in the sun. And without thinking, he wrote on it: Memory
from Mauve, Vincent and Theo.
To Theo: if you like it, we will both send it to Mme Mauve.