Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 19, 1947

A.M. Letter from Moe asking for an appraisal of Nora Lee Rohr & her project (a survey of art criticism past & present). Also an added remark: “I warn you I will ask you to serve on the jury again this year”—

A mild morning, with vague misty clouds in the sky—contrary to yesterday’s barren-ness I “see” pictures in every direction, full of significance. Such “awareness” is not indicative of a painting mood—it dissipates in all directions, but it is a glorious state of mind for pure enjoyment. About midmorning the sun came out clear, and I decided to work on odd jobs outdoors. It felt good to be “tinkering.” I had barely got started on a framework to pack leaves around the part of the house where our water-pipes are exposed to cold, when Donald Vettler came out to see me (he had stopped at the house.) I know who he was but could not recall his name. We went in the studio awhile & I showed him some of my recent things. Then we went into the house. Bertha meanwhile had started lunch & we persuaded him to stay. He was on his way home, & was intending to do the 750 miles non-stop—so wanted to get on his way. We enjoyed his visit.

P.M. finished my job & fill it with leaves. A fine foreboding look to the sky—and all objects had deep Sepia black shadows under them. Balance of afternoon in studio, studying pictures etc. The melancholy twilight of November glowers in the windows.

Evening B & I play rummy—

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 19, 1947