No. 6 of the list above is about as rambunctious as the “Storm at Sunset” and like-wise a memory of 1915 – I have many other 1915 ones I want to call upon, done in a 1961 manner of course!
A warm sunny day – most of the snow gone. P.M. Sketch of view across Bengert’s to the S.W. The sun a pale white glow in a misty, ever-changing sky...
In my work I have just arrived at the point where I realize that I know nothing. So far I have kept one straw to cling to: that I knew a little of pattern & color. This too has been taken away.
I would be so sensitive to Nature’s moods – so close that a coming change would make itself known in the look of a house hours or even days in advance –
An all Sibelius program by Toscanini last night, in honor of the composer’s birthday (which is today). Symphony #2 – Pohjolas’ Daughter – The Swan of Tuonela – Return of Lemminkainen – Finlandia...
"...Music sometimes suggests such a land to me. I was whistling a tune I used to whistle long before when in the primary grades and for the same reason..."
– Going through the 1915 diaries. I think it is 1915 that the journals first begin to have any real value – before that I was too influenced by other writers, and too absorbed in an unselective account of nature from day to day.
I wandered between the Baptist & Presbyterian Church waiting to hear the bells ring — I ran back to one too late — the other I arrived at in time to hear the last ponderous beats — the whole tower seemed to vibrate with a dull roar afterwards, dying slowly & with a growl —
Letter from Mark Van Daren that I had been elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters- A high honor that came as a complete surprise...
Now (midnight) the roofs are all covered with frost, tall white smoke goes up from one chimney into the vast moonlit sky; even shadows are silvery – the silence is profound –