Anne Truitt
“I write in Yaddo's Stone South studio once more, glancing out now and then over the autumn berry bushes into the familiar meadow and apple trees, now so richly laden that their dark trunks rise from circles of fallen fruit, the pale, clear green of sun in a curling wave.
When I stayed at Aunt Nancy's farm in Virginia as a young girl, it was my job to separate the milk every morning and evening. I used to marvel that all I had to do was to assemble, carefully and with very clean hands, a well-scrubbed device and turn the crank for cream to emerge.
I never understood how the mechanism worked; nor do I understand why the simple act of writing has so apparently effortlessly revealed to me the secret logic of my life. And, in that logic, a faith to illuminate my days.”
Anne Truitt, Daybook, 1982
When I stayed at Aunt Nancy's farm in Virginia as a young girl, it was my job to separate the milk every morning and evening. I used to marvel that all I had to do was to assemble, carefully and with very clean hands, a well-scrubbed device and turn the crank for cream to emerge.
I never understood how the mechanism worked; nor do I understand why the simple act of writing has so apparently effortlessly revealed to me the secret logic of my life. And, in that logic, a faith to illuminate my days.”
Anne Truitt, Daybook, 1982
Stone South 3, Acrylic on paper 1974