A blizzard that rages all day, the snow wet and heavy. Building “laboratory” for Art’s chemical experiments...
A.M. B & I to Church (Art in bed with upset stomach) Sally & Red oversleep and come out at 12:30 for dinner. P.M. Philharmonic Concert - The Sibelius Fourth – a fine performance of truly great music...
"A.M. all to Buffalo – Bertha & three oldest to Great Lakes – Catherine, Arthur & I to Harbor – at Evans elevators..."
I told him my name was Burchfield and that I was an artist - He interrupted me to say “Burchfield! Naturally, anyone with a name like that would of necessity be an artist.” I woke at this point.
As I will not have a chance to write that date in my diary for four years,I thought best to write on this day. The last two days have been fresh wintry days. Monday morning was a damp murky one, with a soft rain falling and grey misty sky. Down at the office I watched the weather as much as possible, for there was not much work to do. Across the street is the opening of a sewer thru which, foul gas came,white like steam. Down from the shops, came the smoke which always hovers around the ground on rainy days, which the wind caught,and whirled up fantastically, mingling it with the sewer gas. Later on the wind swerved around to the southwest; the clouds began to break up; and the warm sunshine came forth.
A cold rainy day with some wind from the S.W. I had planned to put the “Backyard in November” in its frame and ship it to Budworth, but I was unsuccessful in cutting a glass I had...
Started making small sketches (in ink & pencil) of my pictures to take down next week to discuss with F.R. A sketch of “Back-Yard in Golden Sunlight” which I sent to the Whitney Museum...
I could not watch the sky enough. I was intoxicated. The sky’s beauty was enhanced by orange & red trees, which sprung from a violet shadowed glaring snow.
A.M. Studying & discussing the show at Rehn’s in April. We about come to the conclusion that I should confine the show to woodland scenes & related nature fantasy...
"...Bill said “That was all right”, Burchie. Of course, I knew it wasn’t, but it cheered me in my misery...It is more like Spring to-day. The sun came up in a clear.."