better things yet; and it was pleasant to see what I had done. I examined the pictures from all points of view - closely to see how they were standing up - clinically; how did the frames suit - how would I paint that now? From a distance to see how they carried.
     Thurs. Lunch with O’Connor, Balken, and a man by the name of Thompson.
     (I stayed at the athletic club as the Institute’s guest.)
     Thompson has a protégé, Kopman (Benjamin Kopman?) by name who he declared was the finest painter in America (O’Connor told me in an aside that he cannot determine whether Thompson is in earnest or not.) At any rate, after lunch we went to the basement of the museum to view one of his paintings. An intra-primitive painting of a man a sheep and a lion; done in that competent amateurish ignorance of the physical appearance of things that holds some people spell-bound with its profundity. It is easy for one to hypnotize himself with such stuff. He was rather pique because I liked a Milton Avery better.
     Evening, dinner at the athletic club with O’Connor & Dr. and Mrs. Jena. We had fit mignon (sic), very fine. Later to the Jena’s home, where we spent a pleasant evening chatting.
     Friday AM. Spent with my pictures.
     Friday Noon. Lunch at Sienley Coffee House with O’Connor.
     Friday PM. A tour of Pittsburg with one of the museum men to search out oden stairs and hillside homes. I saw much interesting stuff and made many notes.