1:03:09
I wish you could see
these lovely days here, Theo.
1:03:11
But if not, you shall see pictures of them...
1:03:14
for these colors
give me an extraordinary exultation.
1:03:18
The whole earth is glowing
under the southern sun.
1:03:21
Lemon yellow, sulfur yellow,
greenish yellow...
1:03:26
all under a sky blanched with heat.
1:03:30
What a country it is.
1:03:32
It absorbs me so much
that I let myself go...
1:03:36
never thinking of a single rule.
1:03:38
I have no doubts, no limitations.
1:03:41
I'm working like a steam engine,
devouring paints, burning up canvases.
1:03:46
Whole days go by
without my speaking to anyone.
1:03:50
And every day my concentration
becomes more intense...
1:03:53
my hand more sure.
1:03:55
I have a power of color in me
that I never had before.
1:03:58
A sense of breadth and strength.
1:04:39
The summer has vanished
in a fever of work.
1:04:42
And now the mistral is blowing.
1:04:44
Always the wind, restless and unceasing.
1:04:48
Sweeping among the dead leaves
in a rage...
1:04:52
so that I'm forced to remain indoors.
1:04:55
Now and then,
when the storm inside me gets too loud...
1:04:59
I take a glass too much to distract me.