The church bells sound tonight as they did in childhood. A vast lonely evening, with a tremendous overpowering melancholy;
I remembered reading then that these odd creatures, when confronted by an enemy larger than themselves, assume this striking pose to inspire terror into [sic]. As I dabbed my finger at it, it would hiss and strike out at me. I had to call B to see it. Really a loveable insect so full of individuality.
The church bells sound tonight as they did in childhood...
"...My impression of today is blue trunked trees, fading by their sun-saturated foliage into the sky..."
Visit from Tom Spence from Lorraine, Wyoming – (He is working for a master’s degree in art and has chosen my work for his thesis – He had called Mart on Sunday, who tried to discourage him –
The intense quiet of Autumn is over the land – what causes this peculiar stagnation?
The other day played Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony – like Barbellion after hearing a concert that thrilled him, I could have eaten “all the elephants of Hindustan and picked my teeth with the spine of Strassburg Cathedral” – I like that phrase!
P.M. – B & I for a drive into the country – The full glory of September – warm and gentle S.W. wind...
"...This is my beauty - all the beauty I wish for! The love of this nature around my home. I find no sympathetic beauty in the sky I have not lived under..."
Trip to NY for Metropolitan jury.
Two juries A (avant garde) + B – “Conservative” of which I was a member. Our jury composed of water-colorists – Hopper [Edward], Andy Wyeth + myself