Among other artists, Van Gogh
fervently studied the Japanese woodblock printers and mimicked much of their
work. The colorful design of Hokusai's
prints greatly influenced him, and he produced several works directly copying
the style. This would have identified
him with the Impressionist movement, but as Van Gogh continued to develop his
painting approach he took to new methods of painting that would completely
distinguish him from the rest.
After a couple years in Paris, the
artist moved to Arles in the South of France.
There his paintings grew even more unique. This painting shows a popular café in the
area which the artist visited, and it is shown here at night.
In this Night Café, we see only a
few scattered patrons hunched over their tables in silent thoughtfulness or
drunkenness. A waiter dressed in white
stands by a billiard table and looks at the viewer. The clock on the wall tells us that it is
fifteen minutes past midnight, and the crowds have gone. If Van Gogh the Impressionist is trying to be
a flâneur and observe the social
night life here, then he is doing a pretty bad job of it. Everyone has left; there are only a few
people remaining. Just what is the
artist trying to accomplish here?
For starters, we notice the deep
red of the café walls and the rich green of the ceiling. The two colors clash and cause the room to
appear more stark and vivid. The lamps
overhead also seem to add to this bluntness; Van Gogh has actually painted the
light coming from them. For all of
Claude Monet's efforts to capture sunlight and its effects on an environment,
here Van Gogh has simply brushed tiny, circular streaks around the lamps to, in
effect, literally paint light. There is
no need to walk around it; he paints it stark and bare, vividly visible. And we can see the boards of wood along the
floor in the streaks of brushstrokes the artist has painted. The perspective even seems to focus on this
aspect of the scene; a good two-thirds of the canvas is devoted to the floor,
as if the viewer had his head drooping down.
The painting has no center. The
closest to a central object would be the pool table, but this is off to the
side for one thing and, what's more, is painted crookedly with awkwardly shaped
legs. It looks like it could fall
forward, out of the painting. In the
closest foreground are two empty chairs, faced in opposite directions. Their contrast matches the red and green of
the top portion of the painting. The
café harbors latent philosophical contradiction. The reds and yellows are warm and inviting,
but the greens are lurid and foreign.
With its abundance of bottles and absence of people, its billiard table
with no players, and its inviting warmth but downward-facing viewer, this café
is a working contradiction within itself.
And the artist doesn't need to paint it full of people to capture the
spirit of the environment itself. We are
brought into it all the same, but we are brought in quite alone. The waiter's distant stare at us from across
the room further isolates us, as do the placement of the few other people in
the room, who all sit far away. We are
alone, looking into this room; and although the warm feel of the place and the
generous supply of drinks help to invite us in, we look mainly toward the floor
and hang in the back. The contradiction
of the café turns into the contradiction of the painting itself—and of the
painter.
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