Van Gogh Page #2

Hand-me-downs.

You're pretty as a princess.

- If only your Mom were here.

- She's not!

Want some tea?

I don't like it.

We never see you.

It's so long since you came.

2 days ago.

Seems like ages to me.

You're so hesitant.

I've watched you.

You hesitate over the simplest thing.

In fact, you do as you please.

How do you want me?

Like that. Play.

- I've a headache.

- Want some quinine?

Bring Mr. Van Gogh some quinine.

Alright. Let's go on.

- Don't feel like painting?

- No, I don't.

- Yet I was told

- Who told you?

- I'm not a machine.

- Sorry.

I mean it.

Your simpering bored me. Play.

At least you don't pull faces

like a virtuoso.

- Maybe because you're not one.

- You mean I play badly?

That's not for me to say.

My sister Mina plays well.

Or so I thought at home.

Is she pretty?

What do you care?

Feminine rivalry:

"She's prettier than me"?

You're cranky with everyone.

Must be a strain.

No, I'm happy as a lark.

Now play.

Hold that pose.

- You smiling?

- Yes.

Not too much.

Why are you here?

Simplicity is so difficult.

We'll lunch outside in 15 minutes.

Never changes!

At home, my mother and sister

always interrupted my work.

To eat their lousy Dutch chow.

Mother yelled

"It's cold" or "It'll burn!"

My sister came for me,

never looked at my work.

Women only care

about material things.

Don't be unfair.

My late wife valued painter's work.

She adored Czanne.

It hurt her

that I was just an amateur.

The "chow" here's not bad.

Mrs Chevalier's the best of cooks

but for my mother.

It's ready.

Marguerite's posing,

Mr. Van Gogh's painting.

Eating's more important

than painting.

You can live without painting,

but without food you die.

If I had a cook, I'd let her cook.

I'd rather listen to you.

So you say, but it's not true.

When the food's ready,

you champ at the bit.

Lunch is served!

Come anyway.

Coming.

Each year, he takes Coco and me

to the company fair.

The railroad band plays classics.

It's a bit boring.

Last year there were ballet stars

from the Opera.

They danced

to Grieg's Solveig's Song.

- You like Grieg?

- Don't know him.

My life's silly.

I've the right to read,

Dad's liberal.

Using what I learn is another matter.

A girl's called a tomboy

on her looks,

not how she feels.

We have to hide our feelings.

Men are lucky.

They aren't restricted.

We spend all those days shut in,

waiting to live.

All we can do is

Is?

Embroider.

Painting's my embroidery.

Go on, make fun!

Idle rich girls are the worst.

At least working girls work.

You've lived in England.

Seen those suffragettes protest?

I don't like those marching women.

I don't like biting or being bitten.

I wage my revolt in private.

Much good it does me!

I'm tired of playing.

Take the pose!

No more piano!

- Take the pose.

- Then it's no pose.

- Want to know what I think?

- I don't care.

I love grouchy painters!

My dress isn't like that.

You made it leaden.

The train drags

and my hands are claws!

It's all nonsense.

The colors are like puke!

And your landscapes! You serious?

Is this a pictorial disagreement?

Pose and shut up.

Models have no say

in how pictures are executed.

The very word!

You're a pest! Our guest

kindly offered to paint you

- I'm not talking to you!

- Enough!

Sure, treat me like your dog!

Hot-blooded, like her mother.

My late wife treated

our painter friends better.

This generation is hopeless.

Admirable! That's the word!

The muted mauve,

the rhythm, background,

hands, the swirling skirt

It weighs a ton!

Like a wave, Vincent

May I call you Vincent?

Painting is making

a great leap with you.

How can we keep up with you?

Good news:
at the gallery

I invited your brother.

The whole family is coming Sunday.

I met your sister-in-law, Johanna.

Theo's a lucky dog. Admirable woman!

Such a gentle look,

yet strong, almost violent.

In a positive sense, of course.

I venture to think

their marriage troubles you.

You fear it may affect

your close relations,

with your brother,

so fruitful for your work.

But I say Johanna's presence

will strengthen your ties.

Or, in fact, restore them

in a calmer, more ample situation.

I truly feel this.

It's what I wish

for the three of you.

I don't like mauve.

I wasn't wearing mauve.

Neither was the wall.

You paint me from behind.

You never look at me head-on.

Why not from the front?

Don't I inspire you?

I'm no goddess, but even so

Am I that purple lump

on a purple ground?

Look who's here!

We meet again!

We met in Arles.

I'm glad to see you.

- Stop, that's mine!

- Yours? Impossible.

It is. I just paid her for it.

All the more reason

She forgot her belt.

It's a small world.

When I heard about you,

I thought "it must be him".

- How's your illness?

- It's OK, Cathy.

- I'm glad.

- It's OK

How we talked!

I love talking to you.

You bored, here?

I can come and see you.

It's better in the country.

Am I still so stingy?

Give me another, that one's

It's wet. Want your shirt?

There

Want some help?

Leave the bottle.

It's Tokay.

But warm.

I put it in the spring,

but the heat

Here.

What've you been up to?

A 5-year Legion hitch.

4 really.

I was invalided out.

I tried to enlist in the Legion.

You wouldn't have lasted a week.

And if I'd signed up for 5 years?

They wouldn't have taken you.

Would they?

- You like bang-bangs.

- I like weapons. You scared?

Gives me a laugh.

Best thing for blowing

your brains out.

For cowards.

It depends

My captain,

Captain Longot,

surrounded by Germans,

with the dead around him,

knowing what they'd do to him,

he didn't hesitate!

What's going on?

You scared me.

Takes guts!

Coming?

Big-hearted.

Most whores rush the client.

I'm no whore.

Three lays at my age,

the monster's tired.

- How old are you?

- Guess.

- 40-45.

- 37.

- You burned yourself out.

- And how!

You put it all into your work,

left nothing for the rest.

The rest counts most!

You a philosopher, too?

Not at all, but

I've my way of talking.

- And Sonia, in Arles?

- You liked Sonia.

- Well?

- She went like that, phtt!

- You mean?

- She's dead.

I love being naked in the country.

Especially in summer,

the rain's warm, I roll in the grass.

It's terrific!

The leaves stick to the skin.

I didn't want to tell you in Arles

What?

Spit it out!

But that night when you

I got a bad name!

But I know how you really are.

And last year, remember?

When you scared me so?

I shouldn't have let you go

like that.

I wonder how you got home.

I do, too.

You were alone.

I remember nothing.

You could've let me know.

I thought you'd died.

We do nothing for fear of scandal.

We're cowards, it makes me sore!

That's how the worst things happen,

which you regret forever.

But you can't always

face up to trouble.

I'm not the remorseful type,

but when I think of it

I'm ashamed.

Never mind, it's over now.

- Were you on something?

- I said it's over.

- Hey, I can't see a thing!

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