I had decided while you were here --- --- and as I went over it I
kept feeling the same about it ----- so I finally telegraphed you--

--- That is all there is to say ---

I am satisfied with my decision ---

I walked about over the place
this morning --- up in the woods --- all around --- it was
a muggy morning --- must go to Glenns Falls for some little things

--- Am on the way ---

A kiss to you --- It is alright --- I am sorry to have
been uncertain so long ---

Your letters this morning were sweet --

Thank you

Sunday morning ---

Lunch just over --- It has been a beautiful
morning --- and yesterday was perfect

I finally got at painting this morning
--- The Schwabs were here overnight --- left early --- Yesterday
afternoon I sewed --- I don't know what else I was busy with ---

--- Had to go to Glens Falls for more tar paper in the
morning --- was lacking a few feet ---

The daisies are
beginning to bloom in the tall grass.

I wonder how your eye is --- I thought of
telephoning but I don't know where you are at night when the half
rate is on and the other seems so expensive

I wonder too what day you will be up --- and on
what train ---

Do take care of yourself ---
funny thing ---

You are such a

--- A kiss to you

CANADA

8-9-32

Here I am on the bed again for the night --
-- I didn't write
last night -- It was late and I was tired and I intended to speak
with you this morning as I did -- you sounded so far away -- I
had been thinking so much of you -- waked in the night and seemed
to think of everything dreary in the world and wondered much about
you -- and you and me--

We were out at work yesterday -- Sunday morning
before eight again -- and went in between 12 and one -- had lunch --
then after stewing and arguing a bit after the kid had made some
drawings of some horses nearby -- we packed up and drove up to within
twenty miles of Quebec -- We were in Quebec at 7:30 this morning
at the Ford place to have some little things fixed on the car --
tore around hunting some things we wanted -- and our breakfast --
had our lunch in a package -- and were off up the river a little
after eleven

Quebec is all up and downhill and we raced about on our
legs at a great pace as we had to leave the car to be fixed --

I was glad to be out in the country again -- It is
very lovely -- becomes rougher gradually -- always the river with
the Laurentian hills on the other side a lovely blue -- It was a
lovely afternoon -- particularly lovely late -- rough little islands
out in the lovely blue --

-- Last night was lovely too -- we drove till nearly
ten -- bright moonlight -- on these bare white barns -- it was
pretty good

I am glad we came -- it is good to know this country
is up here -- We have had no trouble but one flat tire -- everything
goes well
I like it very much
the river becomes more

and more like the sea ---

Good night to you ---

I guess you think me a bit nutty but I think
its alright --

A very warm kiss to you --

CANADA

AuG. 10, 1932

Dearest

Everything goes very well with us ---

We left Plattsburg

before any one was up --- having paid for our room the night before---
We went right through Montreal without stopping --- a rather short
out by a different bridge and were up here at the place we wanted
to come to around ten --- we made ourselves at home in a small one
room cabin on the river --- the St. Lawrence --- feels a bit like
the ocean --- tall trees behind at the road --- river in front --
car right beside the door --- a small porch --- all very good ---
Then we went out for drawings of our barns --- got our canvases s
stretched --- drawings on them --- everything ready to paint ---

Then we drove about 30 miles more up the road to see
if it was better --- decided it wasn't --- had supper up there
and drove back into the sunset and wonderful storm clouds --- it
was very good --- we both enjoyed it much --- fell right into bed
when we got back here and went to sleep immediately --- It was
a good night --- we were up and packed and fed and planted in our
field for work at 7:45 --- Came back here at about two --- have
been painting indoors for about an hour --- Really having an
absurdly good time --- It is cool and lovely --- and the wind
blows hard

I am sending Desky a night letter today --- Wednesday
--- The idea of being in the city with this cold wind blowing here
seems a bit absurd to me - The child remarked as we drove to the
place we intended to work this morning "why I feel so good I
feel like taking my head off and hanging it out the window "

I feel very good too

Will wire you when I hear from Desky

2

We intend to stay here for at least three days

A very fresh lively kiss goes to you ---
I will be a bit glad if I can't go to town till September --- It
feels good to get to work again like this

Thursday ---

A little after lunch --- and I'm a bit sleepy as I lay
in the sun a bit after I ate ---

After I mailed you the letter yesterday we came
back to our hut and I painted till supper time -- A funny little
naked piece of a barn --- we went to the nearest town and had a
very good meal for a dollar --- as good steak as I ever ate ---
After we drove home we walked down to the barn we have been
painting -- It looked very grand in the night and the clouds
over the river were wonderful --- A good walk -- a nice night
feeling

We both slept like the dead and were out early again
this morning --- going to the same barn --- they are all so much
alike that almost any one would do --- That is all there is to
say --- I'm going back to paint indoors this afternoon on what I
worked on outdoors this morning. The child is slaving away at a
great pace ---

When I go to mail this I hope to have a wire from
Desky --- It is only with an effort that I remember that he exists
--- and that I may be going to town so soon. It is so lovely and
cool here --- just right

A kiss to you

Saturday 3 P.M.

It is a nice day sun shines --- We were so tired
last night we went to bed right after supper --- before dark --
and were up soon after the sun rise --- It takes a while to get
all our stuff in the car ---

We were out in the field all morning
--- if we drive into a field -- or at least behind a fence we
have fewer visitors --- The wind blew and the sky was clear --
it all felt good --- and we struggled with a white barn with red
doors like a couple of idiots --- and since lunch we have been at
it indoors

We both seem to have such an absurdly good time over
nothing it seems a bit ridiculous --- Great big solemn looking
boats go past here --- quite handsome sometimes ---

There is nothing to write --- I think we will stay
here till Monday or Tuesday ---

I have four paintings --- but they all make me
feel a bit ill ---

I haven't an idea of what they look like

A kiss to you

I'm going out to the field again -- --

RIVIERA, CANADA

AUG 23, 1932

Monday

Good Morning !

The sea is a fine big dark blue all spilled with
white caps so that the wind seems to rock the car as I sit here --

With much groaning and growling we dragged ourselves
away from that cabin on the rocks at noon on Saturday -- Every
moment we were there seemed the most beautiful but as we left it
was quite unbelievable-- a think moving fog and a roaring high sea
-- the very beautiful -- very grand shore line changing every
moment with the mist moving over it -- a warm soft mist of fog --
and that sharp cold spray from the sea -- as it tore up the rocks
and the little beach

We drove down here a hundred miles to a place
we had seen on the way up -- This is very grand too but not just
impossible like that other place -- much better for immediate work
than the other -- It would have taken time to get accustomed to the
other --

Here we took a little walk yesterday morning to look at
things we had remembered being interested in -- then by ten were
at work for the day -- till dark -- another rapid walk -- very fast
-- up the beach and I think I didn't even turn over in the night
I slept so well -- At the place where we stay -- 7 children -- dogs
-- a pet wood chuck chained in the kitchen -- they don't speak
English at all -- we had moose for lunch yesterday and fresh salmon
and trout for supper -- it isn't like anything I ever saw -- the
kid took a short walk befor breakfast and saw a deer -- there are
bears and anything wild up in the woods right back of the house --
Very good place up here -- Anyone that doesn't like it is a bit
nutty I think

Must get to work -- a kiss to you --

earlier work only by linear emphasis. Is it an accident that some of these oils have, also, the special warmth and intimacy that comes through the presence of living creatures in the foreground?

A few years ago, Mr. Waldo Frank could write: "The fact that Marin... paints a world without men and women is a symbol." But now the symbol has changed, even as the medium has changed; the lyricist, filling his lonely mood with images of sea and mountain and skyscraper, no longer rejects man's presence: the backgrounds are populated. No one has given better than Marin the queer, dismayed excitement of being alive in the streets of New York; no one else has such a magical way of turning the passive remoteness of a scene into an event —something one not merely sees but lives through. There are three or four pictures in the present exhibition that seem to me at the very top of Marin's accomplishment—and I know of no one today in America who has climbed higher.

MR. PIERRE MATISSE has followed his show of Maillol's drawings, pure examples of fine draughtsmanship and great beauty of line, with the drawings of Joan Miró. Miró's art stands in accidental but ultimate contrast to Maillol's. His paintings are arrangements in lines and rectangles of color; some of the drawings are teasing linear elaborations that haunt one, as the puzzles of one's childhood did, with faces that cannot quite be seen and suggestions of members that dissolve into something else. Miró's drawings are witty and amusing; and wit and amusement have their place in art. (For which reason a glance at Max Ernst's Surréaliste capers at the Julien Levy Gallery is in order.) But Miró's drawings are also a little repetitious; and repetition has small place in wit and amusement.

Such a refinement of abstraction finally brings the painter to the point where the Dutch artist, Mondriaan, has carried his art: a white rectangle cut in four by two black lines. When the last black line has been taken away, the art will have reached its final purity of form: it will be nonexistent. In the case of both Miró and Mondriaan, I am not ready to say, with the little boy in Hans Andersen's fairy story, that the Emperor has no clothes. I would merely remark, with an eye to the gray November sky, that the Emperor must be rather cold.

—LEWIS MUMFORD

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