Vincent painted
a lot of almond blossoms in a few short weeks. Big trees, orchards, close up branches, even cutting a branch (and I suspect, hiding it from the farmer so he wouldn't get yelled at) and placing it in a glass. The two paintings he painted that afternoon are by far my favourite.
For this master copy, I choose
the simple branch in a glass version. Well, it looked simple.
Vincent van Gogh (1853 - 1890), Arles, March 1888
oil on canvas, 24.5 cm x 19.5 cm
Credits (obliged to state): Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation)
A red line divides the picture plane. Van Gogh used the same red to sign this small painting of a sprig of flowering almond. Almond trees are the first to blossom in the spring.
When Van Gogh arrived in Arles (FR), there was still snow on the ground. On 2 March, a little more than a week later, he wrote to his brother, 'There’s a hard frost here, and out in the country there’s still snow — I have a study of a whitened landscape with the town in the background. And then 2 little studies of a branch of an almond tree that’s already in flower despite everything.'
After that, Van Gogh began work on a large series of paintings of flowering orchards: almond, peach, plum and pear trees.
But it's not a style I normally paint in, as I'm leaning heavily towards realism and paintings that are done in layers. So it's a good exercise for me to paint this way as it's basically the opposite of my normal.
The almond has a special meaning for me. I have one lonely almond tree who finally made the first nut last summer. I'm often out there on cold days with a paint brush to pollinate it as the insects aren't always keen to come out in winter.
From the little I've learned of Vincent, and reading translations of some of his letters, arriving at Arles and seeing the unexpected snow covering the almond orchards (groves?) in full bloom was a spiritual expierence. I fell that moment is a huge turning point in his work. It's from there that what he paints is recognizably Vincent Van Gogh. Before that, it feels like he was stumbling around with the paint brush, following other people's styles and ideas. But here, Vincent becomes truly Vincent.
Even if he looses himself later, he has a moment of clarity that most of us miss out on during our journey through this world. That's the part of his story that I love most.