Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A2000.001.017.022

[inscription reads] " a clear field before it. / Who can sound the depths of the wind? Whence comes this life-creating blast of icy air. Yesterday – so quiet & sultry – today so wild & cool. When the wind is blowing we must expand & swell else we be blown away. Trees grow tall and with stiffened trunk let their limbs relax to be waved and tossed at the will of the wind. / There is a freshness in the scattering of leaves, in the whitened flurry of over turned foliage; in the yellowed sunshine; rays of "