Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " as seeing, then can I return to my simpler sight. / This is a Spring morning. Spring is merely a state of the mind. The year goes around devoid of seasons for some, while others must consult the almanac. Rain is in the air. The snow is slowly settling into blue ice. The sky is a queer mixture - here dappled, the long stretches of misty expanses, a delightful pattern of yellow & blue. It is not a dark morning; if we do not look eastward, the whole eastern sky seems lit up by the sun. Out of the southwest comes the wind "