Up at nine 9:00. A cloudless sky; bright yellow sunlight driving blue shadows over the starred snow. Thru the sun-glittered branches of the cherry tree, falls a shower of sparkles.
All day the sun shines from a cloudless sky and when it horizons, the violet haze turns it to red.
Art, declares Fonseka, is accessory to life. With me, both life & love are subservient to art. Is it perversion? Yet the ideal of art for art’s sake is so deeply implanted in me that the opposite seems perversion.
Charles E. Burchfield, December 26, 1914