Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Mist Phantoms at Dawn, 1960; watercolor with charcoal on joined paper mounted on board, 33 x 40 inches; John Sacret Young Collection
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, September 18, 1914
Monday, Sep 18, 2023
A sound-laden morning. Whistles echoing & re-echoing, shivering across illimitable mist-spoked valleys. Air full of mist-spoked white haze, which makes long aisles in trees wonderful. Dreamy. No coolth on the air. Noon warm & oppressive. Sunlight bright. Katydids rife.
Recalling last night: Some people show the looseness of their life to such an extent that it is more than disgusting - it is criminal. I like to see people content in all things eating, drinking, emotions, conversation, friendship, etc. I sometimes think I live in a world created by my imagination. Ordinary dealings with the world have no meaning for me. I perform them absentmindedly and without emotion. It is weakness to call it imagination.