Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

white curly clouds such as the Persians loved to use; two girls went up the street on their way from school – Their faces in the sunlight, flushed with the warmth had a downy look, as they were outlined against the bleached out muddy road. They reminded me of hypaticas(sic), with their pale blue & lavender dresses.; I have been thinking of that little boy in Wellsville, who came down and sat with me, starting to tell his stories without and introduction or reason, and feel that I owe him a lot. He has stamped the day indelibly on my memory. ; ; ; ; ; Apr. 8,1921 –To Negley.; On the road from Palestine to Negley a couple of fellows in a Ford picked me up. We passed a rather fat young farmer woman; and at the two fellows used the incident to make allusions to sexual indulgence; the one, a fat, round & stoop-shouldered animal, with bulging cheek and tobacco-dribbled chin, filled me with disgust. I do not despise healthy sensual animation in man or beast, but about this fellow there was something unutterably degenerate.; A dusty windy forenoon blew up a series of immense epic skies, that