Four Letters from ANDREW WYETH (American, 1917-2009) to Alice Moore
Friday, September 17, 1937; mailed Saturday, September 18, 1937
My Dearest Alice:
The rest of the family left last Tuesday so I am now very much alone. I have been thinking a great deal about you and realizing more and more what a splendid girl you are and what little hope I have of ever becoming your husband although I know we belong together, Alice, I know it as well as my right hand and by God, I'm going to do something about it. What I want to know from you is do you love me or is it hopeless? Please tell me the truth. I wish I could make you out. [Illegible sentence, crossed out] One minute you are very warm to me and the next, oh hell I give up - excuse me.
Well I heard form N.Y. today and Mr. Macbeth is planning to give me my show the middle of October which is really a very good time. That means I have to leave here before I expected to though which I am sorry about and I think its worth it, don't you? Also I have been asked to have a one man show in Utica New York at the Williams Proctor Institute, which isn't so bad either.
We have been having some foggy weather here for the past week so I have been working in the studio most of the time and have enjoyed it very much. It's really very cozy with the fire going. I think I have some good pictures started too.
I hope you are well and that you haven't forgotten about me.
I love you I love you I adore and want you but what's the use.
Andy
Saturday, October 2, 1937; mailed Saturday, October 2, 1937
Dearest Darling -
Please, please forgive me for not writing since I have been working so hard that I forgot all about time but not about you I never can you are on my mind day and night and how often I have wished you could be here with me. I always thought that I would never need anyone as I need you. Alice, I want you to be near me always. I need you more than you need me I know although as time goes by I think you will change - I hope so anyway.
Well, I have been working in Egg Tempera for the last two weeks and by God I like it I have done several landscapes and am now working on a portrait of a fellow who to me expresses Maine of today. Mr. Sidney Chase the artist who lives in Martinsville can't seem to understand why I should want to paint the worst drunk in Martinsville, but as I told him, I am not interested in painting the picturesque Maine of yesterday but want to paint it as it is today and to me this fellow is typical of Maine of today. I really think I am getting a good one. The name of the fellow is Charles Ervine, ask Jim Balano about him.
Thursday I went to the Union Fair and had a swell time, went up with several fellows from the port. Mr. Ervine went also and passed out. I will tell about it when I see you.
I want to get this in the mail so I had better stop by saying that I love you so much that it worries me.
Andy
[Accompanied by a black and white page of an exhibition catalouge depicting "Charles Ervine" by Andrew Wyeth]
Thursday, October 14, 1937
My Dearest Alice,
Just received word from Macbeth Gallery that my show opens October 19th, so I am planning to arrive in Poughkeepsie Friday night. Hoping that you will be there -
Much love,
Andy
P.S. Could you let Bill Balano know.
October, 1937, a Monday after the Macbeth show; mailed Tuesday, October 26, 1937.
My Dearest Alice,
Just a note to let you know that I am planning to call you from New York City Wednesday night about supper time.
My show has gone well. I have sold everything and most of the reviews have been good.
You have been on my mind night and day and how I do miss you. I had really a swell time with you in Poughkeepsie and I want to thank you my sweet I love I love you and I love you and by God just watch me.
Excuse the terrible writing and also the shortness of this. I love you.
Andy