Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

there is no direction nor source of light, it seems as if the weather eternal – When green grass + flowering elms, poplars + maples belie the snow
                                       Apr 8, 1917 –
     A grey misty sky – wind from east – snow flurries at times a pale sun – at end of day sun comes from horizon a house brilliant pink – in what a flaming red sky in a long flat bow shape – afterwards a long brill yellow afterglow against it jet black houses-