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alike in character, and it is just the contrast that attracts you,
people say. It is stupid it should be so, I think, for it would
be much better to fall in love with somebody akin to you, as it
were; it would save all the misery and disappointment, don’t
you think?
“Gunnar’s home is a small farm in the country. He came
to Christiania, to an aunt, who took care of him, because they
were so poor at home. He was only nine then, and had to
carry the washing; his aunt kept a laundry. Later he got into
a factory. He’s taught himself all he knows by sheer hard
work. He reads a lot; he takes an interest in everything, and
wants to get to the bottom of it. Jenny says he even forgets to
paint. He has learnt Italian thoroughly; he can read any book
— poetry, too.
“Jenny is the same. She has learnt heaps because it interested
her. I can never learn out of books; reading always give
me a headache. But when Jenny or Gunnar tell me things, I
remember them. You are very clever too; do tell me about the
things you are studying. There is nothing I love more, and
I store it in my memory.
“Gunnar has taught me to paint too. I always loved to
draw; it came naturally. Three years ago I met him in the
mountains at home. I had gone there to sketch. I made very
nice pictures, quite correct, but not an ounce of art in them.
I could see it myself, but I could not understand the reason
why. I saw there was something missing in my pictures —
something I wanted to put into them — but did not quite know
what it was, and had not the least idea how to get it there.
“I spoke to him about it, showed him my things. He knew
less than I about technique — he is only a year older than I —
but he could make better use of what he had learnt. Then I
made two pictures of a summer night in that wonderful
chiaroscuro, where all the colours are so deep and yet with such a
strong light. They were not good, of course, but they had
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