Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A2000.001.017.028

[inscription reads] " In fancy I hear bird calls on all sides but on listening close can hear nothing. Oh there – clearly comes the songsparrow’s song & yet another. And the plaintive calls of kill-deers. / Cross pasture-field saunteringly. The yellow light becomes stronger & absorbs our very soul. And so I squat upon a huge boulder and sit dreaming into the yellow. It is another world. Two elms domineering the landscape have ceased to be elms. The yellow glow, curling around each leaf blends it into the sky & the breeze stirring "