Two Letters from ANDREW WYETH (American, 1917-2009) to Alice Moore
Monday, August 1, 1938; mailed Monday, August 1, 1938
My dearest,
How lonely I feel now that you are gone. I guess the thing for me to do is to work like hell and try to stop thinking about you being so far away. Knowing you, I know has brought maturity in to my work and I feel now that I am really on the way to do brig things in the field of art. You are a real inspiration to me Alice and someday I am going to make you proud of me. All I can say is give me a little time.
Was up at five o'clock this morning and over at Martinsville studying the effect I want to paint. This country is best in the early morning. Everything looks so clear, everything is so rich and damp and the little buildings stand out so bright. I can't write what I mean but I will paint it for you some time.
Johnny Roberts came down with his wife last night. He went with your sister Peggy a few ago didn't he? He seems to be nice but dull.
Don't bother to answer this note but I wanted to let you know that I was thinking of you. Will write a letter later.
I love you my sweet,
Andy
Sunday, August 7, 1938; mailed Monday, August 8, 1938
My Dearest:
Your note made me feel terrible, for two cents I would pack up and come down and see you but then I think of my future and what would happen to me if I don't make good and how you would hate me for that. And if I do make good I have a chance of having you with me for good, that is if you love me enough to do that. I do want you and God damn, if I am going to let you marry any one else. What a swell person you are to send me "Wuthering Heights," it's going to be a real treat to read it. I am going to start it tonight.
We have been getting some pretty warm days here lately, no sea breeze at all, so you see Poughkeepsie is not the only place that is getting heat.
Went out to little Caldwell's island yesterday with Walter. This is the first day I could work on it since we were over there with you. I thought of you the whole time I was there and wondered what you were doing at the same time. When you are away I think of so many things I would like to tell you but one thing sure is that I love you. I want you next to me - well, getting back to the island again and my picture of it, I worked for five hours there in the sun and I think I am building this damn painting in to something although there is a lot more to do on it yet.
Have just sent all of my water colors which I think are any good home to be matted so that Mr. Macbeth when he comes on the 18th of this month will see them looking their best.
Well my father arrived last week looking pretty tired out, in fact he arrived here with Bronchitis and is now in bed but today he is much better and I am sure he will be up and around in a few days. He sends you his best regards and is very sorry that he didn't see you this summer. Every one in the family certainly likes you Alice.
Received a long letter from Winsor & Newton who makes my water color paper and they are entirely at a loss to provide any explanation as to why their paper should turn yellow. They tell me that this is the first complaint of this kind they have ever received. Have you looked at the water color you have of mine to see if it has turned? I wish you would.
I certainly hope you can come up her over Labor Day, please try will you dear, as I am getting lonely and need you. But really I think you need me more. I hate to think of you way down there with no one to look after you. It makes me nervous as hell.
Please don't work too hard because you have much more important things to do in this world than what you are doing now. Remember that now and get plenty of sleep and think of me now and then will you.
I must say good bye now and get to work. I will meet you in my dreams.
Love, Andy
[in margin: I will write to you again in a couple of days.]