July 19, 2014

Hummingbird at my bee-balm patch. I envision an acre of scarlet bee-balm, fluttered over by vibrating wings. . . .

Sudden inspiration to write a play abut the Triangle Shirtwaist fire. One of those projects finished in conception after the first four or five pages are laid down.

Went three times to the studio and entered to work only once. One time I realized I was too drowsy to work. Another time the “new” glasses (which I have been struggling with for a year) hurt me so bad I couldn’t see. Third time was a charm. Fixed some paintings, foresaw what is to come.