Act: Inspiration

Why We Need The Yellow House More than Ever

April 10, 2017

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Place Lamartine is a busy place these days. Traffic thunders through it, and a major roundabout now sits at its heart. When I arrived there yesterday, a big fair was setting up, with roundabouts, bumper cars, and other rides. I had headed to this unpromising area to the north of the city of Arles, in Provence, on a kind of pilgrimage. I wanted to see the site of ‘The Yellow House’, 2 Place Lamartine, the tiny two-up, two-down house that was home to Vincent Van Gogh and, later, to both he and Paul Gaugin. There was something that happened here from which, as the world enters increasingly difficult times, we have important lessons to learn. [Here is a podcast of me reading this, in case you’d prefer it…]

Van Gogh arrived here by train in the Spring of 1888, to get away from Paris (and his brother who, one suspects, was rather at the end of his tether after the two of them sharing a flat, his flat, for two years). He was also in search of beautiful things to paint, and better light to paint them in. He wasn’t disappointed. For a while he stayed in a hotel, until both he and the landlord got on each other’s nerves too much and Van Gogh started looking for something more permanent.

Through contacts he had made, he discovered that a small house was available for rent, and he seized the opportunity.  Initially he rented the downstairs as a studio, but then later took on the whole house. It was tiny, but it was his. He was filled with visions of creating a ‘Studio of the South’, inviting other artists to join him, where they would live like monks (albeit monks for whom drinking, smoking and regular visits to the local brothels was entirely acceptable). They would reimagine Western art and create remarkable work.  He had the house painted yellow, a colour which for him represented happiness.

In his attempts to entice Paul Gaugin, whose work he admired and saw as an inspiring teacher figure, to join him, he painted a series of extraordinary paintings. For one of those, The Yellow House, he set up his easel on the grass in front of his new house and painted. He captured his little house, glowing like the sun, surrounded by everyday Arles: people walking to work, visiting the shop that was his neighbour, the restaurant where he went for his meals, and the road beside it being dug up to lay the pipes that would soon bring gas to enable him to work at night. He described it as:

..”representing the house and its setting under a sulphur sun under a pure cobalt sky. The theme is a hard one! But that is exactly why I want to conquer it. Because it is fantastic, these yellow houses in the sun and also the incomparable freshness of the blue. All the ground is yellow too”.

The house, which contemporary photos reveal to be a small, pretty ordinary place in a down-at-heel part of town, with trains rolling past at all hours, becomes, in Van Gogh’s painting, a beacon, a dazzling jewel in an ordered, peaceful world. It shines. It radiates out bold against the deep blue of the sky. Once he had painted it, he sent his brother Theo a sketch of it in a letter:

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The Yellow House represented a place where anything was possible. This unremarkable place became a touchstone for the imagination, something beyond mere hope, it became an affirmation that this would indeed happen.  The painting was willing it into being. Indeed, it assumed that it was inevitable. This simple little house, with its green shutters and vibrant yellow walls is a rallying call, an invitation, a powerful taste of what’s possible.

I arrived in Place LaMartine at about 10am in the Spring sunshine. In front of the house is a marker which shows the position he painted it from, and shows where the house was. It no longer exists, having been destroyed by an Allied bomb in 1944 and replaced by a bistro. I sat on the grass in the sunshine and took it all in. It was curiously emotional, finally visiting a place I had read about for so long.

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I imagined what it might have been like to knock on the door in the autumn of 1888 when Van Gogh and Gaugin were both home. I imagined the strained atmosphere, the pipe smoke, the uncomfortable silences, the smell of turpentine, and bright canvases leaning against the walls. I imagined Van Gogh, a man whose output was prodigious, often producing at least one painting a day, as well as letters, drawings and other things, wouldn’t have much time for visitors. I imagined being given pretty short shrift and sent on my way, all the while craning my neck to see the remarkable artworks behind him.

I took some time to pay tribute in the best way I could, by getting out my sketchbook and trying to capture the scene. In the hour or so I was drawing, several tour groups visited the spot, each guide telling more or less the same story: “lived here – painted – Gaugin arrived – didn’t get on so well – Van Gogh lost the plot and hacked his own ear off – presented it at the door of a brothel – Gaugin left, and Van Gogh was committed”. But they missed the important point.

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My quick sketch of the Yellow House…

If I were leading a tour group to the site of the Yellow House, I would tell them a different story. Mine would go something like this:

“In this house, Vincent Van Gogh, for six intense, passionate months of his life, painted as though his life depended on it. He imagined this house as a catalyst for a shift of global significance, a reimagining of art and its possibilities. And although the personal cost to him was enormous, he achieved his dream, albeit posthumously. The painting he made of this house still speaks to the power of the human mind to will the seemingly impossible into reality. And to do so with love, colour, passion and beauty. And we need it now more than we ever have”.

At this moment, when the world is run by madmen and the concentration of CO2 reaches 410 parts per million for the first time in human history, when there are still reasons to remain optimistic, but equally convincing arguments not to, it’s time to put a print of The Yellow House somewhere so we see it every day.

What could you catalyse where you live that would act in the same way? How could your community, your place, tell a story about what the future could be, a story that burns in bright colours? Because goodness knows we need those. There seems to be a universal consensus that the future is inevitably going to be crap, and more and more people retreating into what Zygmunt Bauman calls “retrotopia”, the idea that the 1950s represented the ideal we need to move back to. A recent poll in the UK showed that 9% of people who voted Leave would like to see pre-decimal currency reintroduced!

In reality, we need to imagine something else, something new, bright, bold, beautiful. There is no reason that we couldn’t create a remarkable future, starting today.  We know how to. We have all the pieces. We know the things that work. We know how to reimagine food, energy, housing, economics, culture, society. So let’s share and communicate this vision, sit down with others and make plans, start living as though it was already happening, enable others to feel that this is a future that burns bright, dazzling us with possibility.  In a bright shade of yellow. Against a deep blue background. We need The Yellow House more than we ever have.

Rob Hopkins

Rob Hopkins is a cofounder of Transition Town Totnes and Transition Network, and the author of The Transition Handbook, The Transition Companion, The Power of Just Doing Stuff, 21 Stories of Transition and most recently, From What Is to What If: unleashing the power of imagination to create the future we want. He presents the podcast series ‘From What If to What Next‘ which invites listeners to send in their “what if” questions and then explores how to make them a reality.  In 2012, he was voted one of the Independent’s top 100 environmentalists and was on Nesta and the Observer’s list of Britain’s 50 New Radicals. Hopkins has also appeared on BBC Radio 4’s Four Thought and A Good Read, in the French film phenomenon Demain and its sequel Apres Demain, and has spoken at TEDGlobal and three TEDx events. An Ashoka Fellow, Hopkins also holds a doctorate degree from the University of Plymouth and has received two honorary doctorates from the University of the West of England and the University of Namur. He is a keen gardener, a founder of New Lion Brewery in Totnes, and a director of Totnes Community Development Society, the group behind Atmos Totnes, an ambitious, community-led development project. He blogs at and and tweets at @robintransition.

Tags: art as social change, building resilient communities, imagination