Originally, I only wanted to paint the shadow on the ground of the passerby in van Gogh's painting,
entitled "On the Road to Tarascon", because the reflected image is the ultimate expression of move-
ment, the poignant sign of our confused and fugitive destiny.

Yet time also erases the name of the shadow.

And what if we had met him on the road to Tarascon ?

Then I would have said to him "Good morning, Monsieur van Gogh"...

For, above all, he was a painter, an eye, a hand.

The one and only fixed point in the painting, the eye, haughty and hopeless, the silent questioning, the
imploring and paltry attitude of the passer-by...

Equally still, the roadside, a belt of shadow, black boundary of Death.

All the rest is no more than the fading sign of memory, a souvenir of Time in Space, and the tone is a
blend of all the tones in van Gogh's painting.

Pierre Doutreleau, Arles 1988.