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Monday April 14, 1941 7:30 p.m.

A heavy wave of remorse swept over me this evening when I was looking through the latest Art News mag, containing reprods. of paintings by Feininger (Dunes and New Moon), and Beulah Stevenson (Landscape Rhythm, much like my New Island) and Isobel S. MacKinnon (Recess), rich in dark and light. Then I took out my "Landsc. in Mid-Ocean" and saw how much more I could have done if had [[strikethrough]] had [[/strikethrough]] been braver in projecting a mood when I was painting it. I know I need a larger room, [[strikethrough]] more [[/strikethrough]] blank walls and better lighting if I am to paint better.

A wave of remorse: to realize that there is grandeur in the world of nature that I am capable of [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] seeing but which I have not yet painted, or succeeded in painting. My painting has not yet begun. I have been too much with others, and not close enough to myself. That this realization should come after 9 days alone [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] on Maui, alone at the crater and along the Hamoa coast, indicates that any greatness of concept grows from the individual as a self-sufficient unit, a solitary searcher[[strikethrough]] with vision as his guide [[/strikethrough]] persuing his bright visions of dynamic nature.