Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " for not knowing what I liked and then I said I wanted to paint scenes, expecting a storm. She said “Then you’re going to be an artist?” I said “yes.” She said “Here I thought you were going to be a designer” but smiled & kissed me. A mother is always surprising you. You may think she is wonderful but she is always doing some thing so unexpectedly loving & understanding that she is like nature - ever new. / Thunderish evening. / Icy rifts in a mustardy looming sky. "