June 10, 1929
handmade cardboard notebook
13 3/8 x 12 3/8
Gift of the Charles E. Burchfield Foundation, 2000
It occurs to me, thinking of how Ryder worked all his life on a few paintings, that a real “spiritual” aristocrat would not care to make an exhibition of these things that are nearest to his heart – to drag before the public at regular intervals his most exalted moods – and that these are the only things he to drag before the public at regular intervals his most exalted moods – and that these are the only things he should paint. Exhibiting is detrimental to the artist.
June 10 – 1929—
I thought today of stallions prancing in sunlit June meadows It seemed as if the sun came from a remote spot to the south and that just beyond the meadows to the north a twilight existed. Does the sunlight of childhood’s impressionistic delight in nature gradually grow dimmer as one grows older, so that night eventually closes down?