Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), In the Deep Woods, 1918-56; watercolor on joined paper, 33 x 45 inches; Private Collection
A feeling has come over me that I have lost the aimless love of nature I formerly held — thoughts arose as to the practical use of a thing — I was wondering just now if I could innocently enjoy a fly sunning himself on a grape-vine leaf.
My dreamworld today was a sunlit April woods at sunset time, beyond which were immense misty valleys.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 9, 1916