Made a water-color of a memory from childhood – the night before Christmas – (the little brick house - Joe woke up and said he had heard Santa’s reindeers beating on the roof – I believed him) -
Working all day on pictures I am giving away (“Spring Afternoon” 1935 to Valentine; “The Bell-tower – 1932 to Carl Wild; and “Road in Sunlight & Shadow” 1936 to Shaffers).
Sunset time wonderful - clouds with blue black bottoms, and yellow, purple and pink tops, form a wonderful array of color against the emerald sky.
A bitterly raw, damp December day – Sketching out by the French Road Bridge – a raw wind sweeping out of the southwest driving loose indefinite low-hanging clouds before it – the fields below the bridge slope are rich dull ochre, vandyke and sienna – to the northeast a few scrawny apple trees relieving the grassy waste...
The idea of dividing creative work into “periods” does not particularly appeal to me; I do not like to be imprisoned in the idea of adhering to the style of any period. In fact, the artist is, I believe, rarely conscious of transitions from one period to another; they become apparent only in retrospection.
Continued rain & lowering weather. The day is not un-pleasant.
A dark grey sky; the awesomeness of the air – dead quiet – an orange streak in SE, sun appears suddenly like a silver eye in a gold rim & is gone, it did not dispel the gloom of night...