Lust for Life Page #10

Yes, for a painter,

work is the only medicine there is.

And this is the place for it.

Come in.

Czanne's. Do you recognize it?

He painted it right in this room...

and that is this house.

He painted that from across the street.

Yes, as a matter of fact,

there's hardly a canvas here...

that wasn't done right in this house

or within 100 yards of it.

Have you seen this Daumier?

It's a wonder.

Strong, isn't it?

Yes, he came here many times, Daumier.

He was a strange one.

So, you see, when I tell you...

that I understand

the artistic temperament...

When Manet was dying,

they called me in for consultation.

They wanted to amputate.

I said no. No, not for a man like that.

But they wouldn't listen.

- Lunch is served, Doctor.

- Good, Therese.

You can put it on the table now.

We'll be right out.

Yes, sir.

- Guillaumin.

- It's a beauty, isn't it?

If you like, I'll take you out

and show you where he painted it.

I wanted him to join us at Arles.

- Look, it's warped.

- Is it?

You better have it framed.

I was meaning to take it in. I will.

I'll do it tomorrow.

Dear Theo, I've seen Dr. Gachet.

He's a pleasant man.

He has some good paintings in his house.

He wants me to do his portrait.

But as for his helping me...

I'm afraid we mustn't hope for too much.

When the blind lead the blind...

don't they both fall in the ditch?

Mr. Vincent, at what time would you like

to have your breakfast in the morning?

Don't worry about that.

I'll be out early, before you get up.

Just leave some bread

and some cold coffee. That'll be fine.

Gachet is right about one thing.

This place is beautiful.

It tempts me to paint

and the work goes well.

You'd think being a doctor,

seeing so much of pain and suffering...

that I've got problems enough

for one man.

But, no.

I go around founding societies

and joining groups...

and then this passion of mine for art.

Besides portraits,

I've been doing some landscapes.

I have a feeling of being

surer of my brush than ever before.

So I work in haste from day to day...

as a miner does

who knows he's facing disaster.

Vive Monsieur le maire!

It's impossible.

I can make a joke

of this whole sorry business...

if it wasn't for the trouble I've caused you.

If you'd at least have gotten back

the cost of paint and the canvas.

Doesn't matter.

- Is the baby really better?

- Yes.

We were worried about nothing.

He was just teething.

That was all of his trouble.

I only hope he has a quieter soul

than mine...

'cause mine's sinking.

Sinking.

Theo?

I'd like to go home.

My own brother.

My poor, poor brother.

- It doesn't seem a sad death.

- It's not, Sister.

It happens in the bright daylight...

with the sun flooding everything

in a light of pure gold.

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