As I ascend the road, my thoughts become incoherent with the strange beauty of the oncoming night — I exult in wandering alone again over barren country at night-fall; Just before I reach the Chestnut Ridge Road, I turn and behold Buffalo on the far-horizon to the north — a long wide-stretching veil of thousands of stars twinkling in a deep purple haze; a faint ruddy glow on the low-hanging clouds above — a nervous search-light flashing regularly.
Evening, play on the phonograph in the house, my new Sibelius Fifth Symphony. It is magnificent beyond all words; I feel as tho (sic) I had never heard it before. And the greatness of Sibelius looms ever more clear.
Mid-morning showed a wonderful phenomenon of sunlight. Thru holes in the clouds the sun sent great shafts of light, and as the clouds hurried along the shafts swung around like giant searchlights—a marvelous sight.
Start a new drawing for “ The Black Walnut Bed” but hardly have I completed it when the original start looks better. Remount it preparing to enlarge it.
Low-hanging skies and some drizzling rain.
My little babies sound like little birds and often make me think of the swamp noises –
In studio, studio, studio various pictures especially the Sunburst, which needs enlarging and redesigning – also studied the 1940 “December Storm”
A futile day full of bitter thoughts & unsuccessful attempts— How I despise the Americans who prefer 18th century French landscapes to healthy American 20th century scenes —...
The agonizing mystery of Infinity. It is impossible ever for man to comprehend it, but it is always there in the background of my life. Infinity in time and space; it is impossible to our puny minds, yet it has to be.
Grey smoky November – a cool morning – yellow + ochre rifts in sky that sweeps from N.W. at tiues silver sun in low S.E. Heavy yellow haze –