utterance. My advice to would be (sic) Sibelius performers would be to blow vitriol fumes through the brasses, play the strings with rasps, and beat the drums with sledgehammers - then they’d have it.
                                                                January 25, 1938 (Tuesday)
     PM. For a walk thru Penna R.R. yards, thence north on the N.Y. Central to French Rd & home by Union.
     A new boisterous day, scudding clouds & a stiff southwest wind, with fine hard snow at times. My recent illness has put me out of condition, so that in spite of the cold, I was in a sweat most of the way. My first walk in weeks, I was in ecstacy, and everything seemed full of interest.
     At this distance in time, the strongest impression of my Fortune trip this Fall is the first morning I painted the sulphur vats; the hot sunlight, and the brilliant orange butterflies fluttering near me.
     On my walk today, the spaces between freight cars appeal to me as being beautiful - and I rejoiced in the fact that the feeling of space between these crude objects seemed of vastly greater importance than what shade the political complexion of the world would take.
                                                                  February 2, 1938 (Wed)
Painting under the Van Rensaeller (sic)& Elk St bridge - what a joy to be working again.