P.M. all of us to Chestnut Ridge Park except Sally. The youngsters went exploring by themselves – B & I followed more slowly – stopping often to rest — I to sketch etc.
Took the Albright class (rain at early morning so no one atned to go out) for a tour of the "Expressionism Show." Everything in it from Velasquez to the vacuities of the non-objectists, and drip-drip artists—
Complete subjugation to Nature—If you would be a poet, express the poetry of nature. Do not invent quasi-poetry & try to twist the facts of nature around to it.
a delightful afternoon – how could it be otherwise with a talkative active little boy, running here & there thru the woods, exclaiming, and picking flowers, and asking a thousand questions?
In studio studying pictures- The blackeyed shed of 1918- for engagement (this picture brought back from Chrysler at auction)...
"...I would like to become as much a part of the mysterious lake as I am of the hills & woods."
In the afternoon I decided to end the “doldrums” afflicting me by painting a spring-peeper picture – I started with an unfinished 1918 twilight swamp study, and used the eerie moon
Late P.M. – Took sandwiches, and drove down to the Oregon road to see the trilliums — We were totally unprepared for the shock awaiting us –
Working on the drawings; got all the drawings in the attic down and sorted & picked out those I want to finish. Alas, that I have not taken better care of them—
I dreamt quite a lot last night. Most of it is vague, but one thing remains – someone said to me “you ought to go back to those old interpretations of nature moods again”