Viewing page 5 of 95

This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.

first.

I itch at my dependence and regret my helplessness to provide for myself -  A painters [[painter's]] life is not practicable—

Homer should be patient, and I shall send him or carry his painting to him next spring. I am going to do it over again.

I am working now like a demon. I seldom rest. Xmas, New Years and every Sunday I have striven to accomplish the ideal. I am learning -

Sometimes I felt like accepting his offer to study in London. But I shall not and should not. When I return I shall tell you what my plans were for my best advancement. In London most young painters - a host - paint portraits for nothing, and well to I am not going to do that again. Remember what Sargent said. I know well what my chances would be in London at present.