Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

90. galling to me. I seem to over look the simplest things. I find on this trip that my scale of the whole left hand group is out – too large. A pleasant cool partly-cloudy morning.

     Back to studio making the changes my morning notes suggested. Again I am in doubt, so I go in for a short trip before supper -.

     In the evening it seems as if the whole thing is at last properly constructed -

     Today – cold, lowering skies, much of the time hard driving rain from the south-west. In studio all day, painting and [studying] on the elevator picture. I work mainly on the grass, striving to get that raw fresh “marvel” of new grass.

June 8, 1935 – Saturday –

     What a wealth of human understanding and contentment as suggested by this simple passage:

     “Frankie is blowing Seagull eggs in the scullery. His father, after a day’s work at the farm, is at his supper very hungry, yet immensely interested, and calls out occasionally,-

     “’ow you’re getting on, Foreman?”

     “All right, Capt.,” says Frankie affectionately, and the unpleasant asthmatic, wheezy noise of the egg-blowing