The train rushing along at full speed at night - a terrific roar of sound, with violins making a shrill punctuating hissing sound as of escaping steam -
A lowery day – Dawn sky with cold blue rifts – A looseness in atmosphere; slushy snow, a brooding over the town; train bells ringing –
I like to think of myself as an artist- as being in a nondescript swamp, alone, up to my knees in mire, painting the vital beauty I see there, in my own way, not caring a damn about tradition or anyone’s opinion.
A lowery day – Dawn sky with cold blue rifts – A looseness in atmosphere; slushy snow, a brooding over the town; train bells ringing...
"...to find a bright day... coming forth into a spring evening, and feeling an immense joy at coming forth to youth."
Bertha and I finished sorting all the sketches (water-colors), up to the 1960s and putting them in order in the proper bins – Had it not been for her help I think I would have bogged down in a...
To School to talk to Vance about Art’s failure in the Regents Intermediate Algebra Exam. He says he thinks it’s at least partly Art’s fault. The whole trouble has been thus: Art got his lessons too easily – He should have been put in a special class for brighter pupils.
On one or two of the warm days past, I heard crows, and once I passed under one which was on a limb of a beech.
“It is such a privilege to have things around us that are an inspiration and pleasure, and more than this, we have real affection for them too. Thank you, very much indeed, for putting these lovely expressions on paper, so that we can see and learn from their message of beauty”
– wind & blizzardy snow storms all day yesterday & today – working in studio on the Steubenville street scene –