A dream – All of us, and Joe, come to a rooming house in a village in some southern state (Tennessee?) to spend the night...
When on June 14, 1915 as I saw my “vision” of the power & beauty of the idea I suddenly evolved that caused me to lie down tensely in the hay, I seem to only realize by now that it is to be the key of my whole life work, unless in due time, a grander thing may come to me – which “heaven” forbid, else I expire in overwhelming passion!
B & I to the North Otto meeting house. A glorious day – We got the impulse to go so late we had no time to prepare a picnic lunch so we went to Creans, and then drove southwards.
A dream this morning. Catherine & I out in woods finding some hepaticas, dark blue-violet ones, in their first rich cup-like formation...
A Dream – in front of Fourth St. School Salem. It was a much larger yard than actual. It was February, the sun was shining, the snow melting, and a great wet wind from the northeast...
"...I have “found God” in my work – that is complete oblivion to discontent & fear of the immensity of eternity, thru (sic) the love of my work."
A dream – B & I out driving in the country. We went through a village, it seemed about 20 miles southeast of our home, a new village, new to my dreams that is...
For a time, I thought it was going to be one of those futile days, when no spot seems exactly right, and I drove endlessly on until complete frustration sets in and I must give up and go home.
A dream – Back in Salem, Art & I, at the old home. Here everything was topsy-turvy. The present owners were enlarging and altering the house...
A dream – A large hotel situated on the edge of a wild ravine. It is morning in July. My brother Joe and I have rooms in the hotel, Joe is working on a large illustration for some advertising...