Brothers
Theo admired his elder brother Vincent for his whole life. But communicating with him proved to be difficult, even before Vincent opted to follow his artistic vocation. The communication between both brothers suffered from diverging definitions of standards, and it was evidently Theo who kept on writing letters. Therefore, mostly Vincent's answers survived and little of Theo's input. Theo was often concerned about Vincent's mental condition and he was amongst the few who understood his brother. It is known that Theo played a tremendous role in helping Vincent to maintain his artist lifestyle through his money. However, it is lesser known that Theo van Gogh helped Vincent pursue his life as an artist not only through his financial support but also through his unwavering emotional support and love. The majority of Theo’s letters and communications with Vincent are filled with praise and encouragement. Vincent would send Theo sketches and ideas for paintings along with any other triviality from his day, all to the delight and eager attention of Theo.
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