Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)Untitled (Journal Pg 1)
August 02, 1914
graphite pencil on commercially-made lined paper
5 13/16 x 3 11/16 inches
Burchfield Penney Art Center courtesy of the Charles E. Burchfield Foundation, 2000
Sunday Aug. 2, 1914 Cont.with it a dampness, the remembrance of the rain thru which it rushed. Trees wave wildly. I commence running into it. Near the Three Trees the first drops come and presently the rain is dashing into my face. I exult as it soaks my body, beats in my face & washes my hair. And all the while the yellow light grows stronger & floods the land. My “wings” commence to grow and I am just about to try them - when I reach home. Oh why did I hurry? Why did I not remain out in the fields