Now, living in Gardenville and going back and forth to work on the bus—now is the time to live, to do my best work—these people are the most interesting people on the earth—the people I ride with.
...it occurs to me that even doodles may be referred to as a drawing of a sort. In my case, doodling is a free exercise in abstraction, unpremeditated, and not a conscious expression...
...there was a flash of lighning and clap of thunder from our of the heavy clouds aboveNever having experienced such a thing before, to my childish mind it seemed like an impossible, a miraculous event.
P.M. – a pleasant turn or two at the Gramophone shop playing records. I finally chose the following –
“Because” from the Tempest (Sibelius)
There is the smell of earth in the air. I feel as if I must find a Hypatica somewhere. Lake beautiful - a wonderful luminous green in long stretching streaks uniting with the slate blue sky...
It was with great content that I sat here enveloped in the romance of March weather thinking of my family.
as I walk along I am amazed how each minute marking on every object is clearly shown - tree bark is as if just created; windows in houses glare
The sky is such a wonderful blue that I fear I’ll miss some of its beauty if I do not gaze at it all the time.
Spring in February: patches of melted snow on sidewalks reflecting the heavenly blue of the sky-cavern above, the snow on both sides of the walk honey-combed slantingly by the brilliant sun
I felt a power in myself, and a confidence and independence — I am alone in the world, in my art — and it was good.