Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Feb 6.Where the artist is, there is art. Feb. 8, 1922; ; A brisk new day – The brilliant sun barely melts a thin film off the ice – Buildings have a harsh, sharp look –; I saw a youth feeding a flock of pigeons at Niagara Square – they clustered all over his shoulders – a huge truck coming down the street bellowing its sharp riveting hammer like warning frightened them away – they arose with a violent flutter & after wheeling around several times between the great blocky buildings they settled softly on the rose window of a church – ; At the Hydrographic Dept of the Post Office in search of certain maps, I ran across a man who a type of man who always gives me a thrill to find – the man who takes a pride & delight in the work which he has in charge – I could see that he loved the maps he had charge of, and when I expressed the fascination maps had for me, he was very pleased & wanted to know my name. Feb. 9, 1922; I went out in the factory to see old Mr. Booz today. When I went to go, he asked me to come out & see him often and said if there was any-thing he could help me about – and then his voice broke, and I could see tears in his eyes –