Loving Vincent Page #5

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Always painting day in, day

out no matter what the weather.

I heard he was

close to the doctor.

What Dr. Gachet?

No, I wouldn't have said that.

He kept rather to himself.

He was definitely

close to his brother

judging by the

amount of letters.

I know my dad was his postman.

So you know.

I was wondering when he

slept painting all day,

writing these long

letters, always reading

these fat hooks.

I guess you could say

he was well organized.

Vincent?

Yeah, you could set

your watch by him.

Painting from eight until five.

You'd think he was going

off to a regular job.

He went all over, Chaponval,

the fields, the woods,

the river.

He really liked the river.

Speak to the boatman,

Watch your step.

He'll tell you.

Oh dear.

I'm in.

Enjoy yourselves ladies.

Thank you so much.

Bye.

Armand Roulin friend of

the late Vincent Van Gogh.

Pleasure.

I heard he liked to

hang around the river.

Vincent, yeah.

Yeah, he used to come down here.

Even before dawn to catch

some special kind of light.

Now I don't know much

about light catching,

but I know you can set your

eyes on a lot of life down here

if you catch my drift?

Good lo know.

He didn't talk so much.

Mostly just sat around

watching, sometimes painting.

And, this one time

it was just us,

me fishing, him painting.

Now it wasn't as

peaceful as it sounds.

He made all sorts of

noises while he painted

puffing like a steam engine.

And, then suddenly

it was all silent,

and he looked so happy

that This dirty crow

was coming close.

He didn't seem to care that

it ran off with his lunch.

And, I thought to myself

how lonely is this guy

that even a thieving crow

brightens up his day?

Later that summer, he would

hang around these rich boys

who threw big boating parties.

They always came with girls,

unruly ones if you know

what I mean?

Hey!

Yeah we could

do with a bit of money.

Well is it paid?

Vincent seems shy around them.

Come on.

He never did have

much luck with women.

You think?

And, then he comes here

with the Gachet girl.

I saw her pretty in a

porcelain sort of way.

That's her, a real quiet type.

I've been working

in (his village

since before the

Gachefs moved here,

and I never got to

speak a word with her.

Yet her and Vincent, they

were chatting in that way,

you know, like speaking

to each other was

the most exciting thing ever.

All I could see

was just your foot.

God knows what she saw in him.

Must've been twice her

age, and next to her,

he looked like a tramp.

What, you think there

was something going on?

They said they

were here to paint,

but they took a boat,

couples often do.

But, I will tell you this.

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