Lust for Life Page #3

we can trust one another.

That's stronger than any cage.

Whatever you do, from now on,

wherever you go...

promise me, make me part of it.

Don't ever cut yourself off from me again.

- What is it?

- My pipe.

Let me take you home...

where you can live and be cared for.

Until you find your way.

Tell me, if you were me...

which would you want

to have your money in?

These are both accredited canvases.

Both were exhibited in last year's salon.

Perhaps you'd prefer to be left alone

for a moment to make your choice.

I shall be in the next room.

Dear Theo...

you were right. It's so good to be home.

To live in peace for a time.

Once again, thanks to you,

life seems precious to me.

Something to be valued and loved.

Once again I'm working.

You know how for years,

whenever I saw anything that moved me...

I felt the need to draw it.

To get it down on paper,

no matter how crudely.

Now, for the first time,

I've begun to wonder...

could this be the way for me?

A man or a woman at work.

Some furrows in a plowed field.

A bit of sand, sea, or sky.

These are subjects so difficult,

and at the same time, so beautiful...

that it's worth spending one's whole life...

trying to capture the poetry

that's hidden in them.

Vincent, have you lost all track of time?

Father's upset,

we're practically through dinner.

You go ahead. I just want to finish this.

Couldn't you try to be on time

just once in a while?

Especially with Cousin Kay here.

She brought little Jan with her.

And, Vincent, try not to argue with Father.

Not today.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Vincent, aren't you going to say hello

to your cousin Kay?

Hello, cousin.

Hello, Kay.

You must pardon Vincent.

He's so interested in his new work,

he forgets where he is sometimes.

- Vincent is an artist these days.

- Draws on paper.

Lovely things:
Swamps, woods, people...

He's made a drawing of me.

He makes us all pose for him.

If you don't watch out,

he'll make you pose, too, cousin.

And Jan.

You should see the way

he makes people look.

Vincent, you're looking at me

as though you've never seen me before.

It's been a long time.

Not since before Vos died.

I'm sorry.

I guess I shouldn't have mentioned it.

Even though it's been almost a year.

Vincent.

One doesn't measure such things

in weeks and months, Vincent.

No, of course not. See, I only meant that...

I was gonna write to you, Cousin Kay,

but I'm not very good at those things...

and then so much time went by that I...

Jan's being very quiet.

I hope he's not getting up to any mischief.

Excuse me.

- Vincent, really...

- Couldn't you see how she felt?

You know how it was with her and Vos?

It's not right to grieve that long.

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