Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] ness of white world. The sky is darkened by contrast and walkinq among the sagging trees we seem shut out from every-day world. / All day the snow streams down melting on the side-walks & pavements becoming snow - topped slush. / When I am most discouraged in Life and have the hardest time getting a drawing started, I make best drawing. /Have made another little friend at the Villa. He is the boy of the utility man. Tonight he told me he liked me to which I replied “I bet "