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Aug 17 2
at Sam Woo's at midnight + the broth is delicious and warming. Then we walk home, up Green St and sit on the cold steps and discuss out dreams, run philosophy of art and the wonderful world of the artist. He is an artist but has not yet expressed himself. He is an idealist, a perfectionist and clings tenaciously to his few Masters - the Primitive, Ryder, Van Gogh, Rousseau, Gaugin [[Gauguin]] + Klee + would stavel for hours before Ryder at the Fair. He said I like the reality of change, of enthusiasm and I know, I am a romanticist - the wind, fog and swift [[?]] and all the strangeness of nature that gives me great visions. I like the modern poets + painters, and respect the old. He says I am a reformer, a missionary, + I love life and would have others see my wned. I am interested in Norman's career; he is an earnest + sincere person who is ambitious. 
Nadine Torrance likes my work, I know, for she comes to my room to see my pictures. She is a good artist and critic. Mary Scadignio who lives at 1-66 also is a young painter who does good work. 
There are so many beautiful women I wonder whether this or that one is an artist who could live with my until we got tired of each other. 
Alice, I remember, is very satisfactory but she is so conventional; and Rose lacked a zest for living. 
There are so many artists and so many styles are represented. It is hard to