What a difference snow makes in a landscape. Our snow-less winter was monotonous, and without any seasonal character. Now, with the recent snow-storm everything is changed.
A.M. to gallery with my entries for the W.N.Y. Show — raining and over—cast.
To Salamanca for studies. There was scarcely any trace of snow there, so I did not get the studies I wanted, but I climbed one hill & made a few drawings...
"...50 American painters, is now being showed by a publisher who will furnish 50 reproductions in full color (mine being “The Song of the Telegraph”)..."
This is one of the happiest times of creativeness. Dreaming dreams and projecting ideas without the agony and frustration of carrying them out.
February 13, 1966–March 2, 1966 – The show of last ten years at the Cleveland Institute — / During all this period the demands on my time and energy created by my growing fame very trying — Like a prison; I sought all kinds of ways to escape, none effective—
What is the secret of Sibelius’ grim originality? The determination to stand alone, and the iron will to carry it thru, keeping his work pure and unsullied by the current decadence in art...
A grey day – the atmosphere carry sounds wonderfully – trains seem roaring in the depths of the earth on all sides.
As I came into the house, I heard the cardinal singing — I answered him and him came to the pines trees singing excitedly — so today must be considered the first day of spring —
Painting under Louisiana St. Bridge - went to get the two houses I have long planned; I even set up my easel, but, tho I could not feel the rain on me, yet in a few moments the easel was wet...