their philosophy only now finding small but firm foothold in interiors and architecture, especially in the Pacific area.
I’ve done over my inner room - a poem of quietness - one antennae always in space until one dwells in imaginary boundaries - mostly supposition yet the latter may build it after all. (November, 1949)

Just returned from a much needed vacation, three weeks in San Francisco, where I stuck my nose into all the Oriental art I could find; to say nothing of the wonderful Velasquez and Rembrandt’s and Titian’s in the Austrian show, plus the Melanesian room of wonderful primitives.
Velasquez is a painter - I sometimes wonder where painting has gone - blown out of the universe! Braque and Picasso - blown back to design. One can only tackle the wilderness wondering if the earth is still fertile enough to produce. (September 29, 1950)

I am thinking hard to paint anew. I don’t want to carry a lead role in American painting, I want to paint, that’s all. Dreaming of something large longer time and well organized.
I have nearly finished my new studio - it is west light and the view is of dreary suburban houses but a church tower rises timidly beyond the skies flushed golden at sunset and the nights star-studded, sometimes are beautiful. I have been drunk within since New York where I had a wonderful time but alas, came home with no inspiration from modern painters except dear Lyonel (Feininger) for I felt with what I had seen that I had touched upon all their endeavors within the last decade. (January 7, 1952)

I had some good moments up to the vacation in the mountains in Canada in August - since return am attempting to paint. I have washed out all but one large one - my rougher side but beautiful in color and freedom. I am always astonished at the night ones and I don’t feel myself that way. It’s related to Tundra and Tropicalism but different as the form floats in a blue-green and green maze but I believe functions. Delta - was painted fast and furiously.
I do have, I believe, two top ones. The voyage of the Saints - and no one likes saints these days [...]. (November, 1952)

As to Voyage of the Saints, I believe it is a top of its sort [...]. I did manage open forms by lines and yet held substance. (January, 1953)