Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[a sizeable section of the top of this page is obscured by black watercolor marks][this section (Feb 17) is bracketed and marked delete]; ; ; ; ; Feb 17, 1921 –; I have been searching in my mind for something to typify Spring and all I could think of was a rampant bull pawing the earth. But it didn’t satisfy, for a bull has no picturesqueness about him, about as much charm as a fat butcher in love; and it remained to Strindberg to supply the symbol – a black stallion pursuing a white mare. The old symbols did not suffice – the world has long gone stale on the Botticelli type of unearthly sentimentalism. The stallion with his flowing mane & tail, and huge muscular body is a fine picture. ; ; ; ; ; March 1, 1921 –; As I sit here in my invalid’s chair, and look out at the oily rutted road sparkling in the sun, I think that Earth receives no gift so precious as this flood of March fire that leaps forward out of the South, and spreads in brilliant flashes over the land, causing the saplings