Two Letters from ANDREW WYETH (American, 1917-2009) to Alice Moore
mis-dated April 15, 1938; mailed Thursday, April 14, 1938
--> Don't put Philadelphia on your letters.
Dearest Alice:
It is now 10 P.M. I have just come in after taking a long walk by myself [in margine: "not really, I had my dog Lupe along] in the moonlight it was beautiful, the pale cool haze of the countryside was almost more than I could stand. It made me feel as if I could walk for ever and never tire. It also made me feel very lonely and sad to think of how time is passing and things are changing it's strange the way you never think of time when you are young. (I am talking as if I am an old man.) I am a strange person because I find that the less I see of people, the happier I am. This must sound very strange coming from such a young boy but I mean it.
The more I see of cities the more I like the country. When I am in the city I am lost. Every time I go to New York, I can't tell you what it does to me, but it certainly is awful.
If you can get to Maine this summer we must certainly plan to take some walks in the moonlight.
That was a grand letter you wrote me Alice. It made me feel very sad to think that you can't spend all of your time writing, because your writing shows that you have the stuff. I hope you won't be to much of a different person Alice when you are fully recovered because I am still hoping, just give me a little time.
I have been spending the last three weeks getting together research materials for a story at Burgundy in 1150. It's damn well written. It's by Allen French the brother of Daniel Chester French, sculptor. I am doing black and white drawings for it. Really, you would laugh to see the pile of books of research I have around me in the studio. It's a hell of a mess. [Sketch of AW surrounded by books]
Also, I just finished a water color for a book on Maine with the Stephen Daye Press are publishing. When it comes out, I will send you a copy.
Carolyn told me to tell you to take it easy and don't drink too much beer.
Henriette's paintings look extremely beautiful in her show. I don't understand why it doesn't make more of a hit. All I can say is that New York is nuts.
I wish you could have seen it, damn shame.
I am really sorry that Scribner's article ever came out. I thought it was very poorly written, don't you? And I thought that the pictures were just plain bad. It's impossible for me to do Maine pictures in Chadds Ford.
Well you be good now and get well and I will be up and see you. I am thinking about you, much love, Andy
Monday March 14, 1938 [postcard]
Dear Alice,
What a place Maine is in the winter it's stunning, you don't know it until you see it this time of year.
We left Port Clyde this morning at five o'clock and had breakfast with Kenneth Roberts at Kennebunkport. He is a grand person, you would like him I know. Also had a nice time with Ben Ames Wil[?] Love Andy
[verso] We are spending the night here in Concord. Have you ever been here? It's lovely this time of year - rather cold but no snow, which I am sorry about. I was surprised not to find it colder in Port Clyde.