Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Untitled - New York City, 1916; watercolor and graphite on paper, unknown; Private Collection, Image courtesy of the Burchfield Penney Archives
Charles Burchfield, Journals, October 7, 1916
Thursday, Oct 4, 2018
On coming to New York I grow dead to everything—
Today at the harbor I heard sparrow lisping & whistling—and it reminded me of the first bird song in Spring on a warm day in the marshes.
Such things seem gone forever.
I can find no reason for staying here.
Charles E. Burchfield, October 7, 1916