Arles
16 October 1888 
My dear Theo,
At last I can send you a little sketch to give you at least an idea of the way the work
is shaping up. For today I am all right again. My eyes are still tired by then I had a new idea in my
head and here is the sketch of it. Another size 30 canvas. This time it's just simply my bedroom, only
here colour is to do everything, and giving by its simplification a grander style to things, is to be
suggestive here of rest or of sleep in general. In a word, looking at the picture out to rest the
brain, or rather the imagination.
 The walls are pale violet. The floor is of red tiles. The wood of
the bed and chairs is the yellow of fresh butter, the sheets and pillows very light
greenish-citron.
The coverlet scarlet. The window green. The toilet table
orange, the basin blue, the doors lilac. And that is all--there
is nothing in this room with its closed shutters.
The broad lines of the furniture again must express inviolable rest. Portraits on the
walls, and a mirror and a towel and some clothes.
The frame--as there is no white in the picture--will be white. This by way or revenge for the enforced rest I was obliged to
take.
I shall work on it again all day, but you see how simple the conception is. The shadows
and the cast shadows are suppressed; it is painted in free flat tints like the Japanese prints. It is
going to be a contrast to, for instance, the Tarascon diligence and the night caf.
I am not writing you a long letter, because tomorrow very early I am going to begin in
the cool morning light, so as to finish my canvas.
How are the pains--don't forget to tell me about them. I know that you will write one
of these days.
I will make you sketches of the other rooms too someday.
With a good handshake.
Ever yours, Vincent
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