Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] music inspires none of these, only the thought that it could do so. / Oct 23, 1914 / About the middle of the night a cold icy wind awoke me and I lay for some time drinking it in. / A wonderful cool windy day - wind from south east driving the sunshine – sparkleflakes! - before it. The sky was a fairyland of cobwebby, whispy white mists. What spontaneous joy in the leaves whirling and eddying over the earth, repeating