In the afternoon, without plane or effect, made a drawing fantasy of white birch, snowy oil, with a black “winter spirit” brooding over them...
"...There is something sinister about it. The weather is calm, lazy & misty; not a sign of rain or wind, and yet we know that a storm is far away constantly approaching..."
Gray lowering day – light rain at times. Hank & three children over to pick up shingles – we had them stay to lunch and it was an enjoyable affair...
A very hot day (82° by afternoon) but mitigated by a strong S. W. wind –
A.M. – wrapping and packing the smaller pictures to be sent to the Rehn Gallery –
Took them over after lunch –
Then in the studio, studying the “New Fallen Leaves”
Bertha and I to the Big Woods, by way of Zoar Valley — A perfect day, almost a cloudless sky — The autumnal color at its height — After a season of so much confusion and frustration...
P.M. small sketch (18 x 25) of the view west from our backyard – sun shining on spider-webs.
Never has the tree-foliage aged so slowly & mellowly; producing such colors as seem to belong in the Never-Never Land. You stand before the gaudy trees, unbelieving. It must be some sort of dream...
Painted the Butterfly dream picture – The dream was only a point of departure – On an impulse I decided to bathe all things in a pure golden light...
"...True delicacy in art comes from strength."
B & I to Park Lane for brunch (very good, shrimp with cheese sauce). Then upstairs to see exhibition assembled by the Goodman’s (who intend sometime to open a gallery)...