Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

sensations of my daily work – the heavy material cocksure salesman, the commonplace work that pases (sic) for art & the squabbles & colossal energy that must be put into it; and this pine tree outside, how it filled me full of peace and consolation – someday I would find it again – The impression that it was really a South Carolinian pine tree lasted until daybreak when thunder commenced to boom in the west. ; ; ; ; Sept. 14, 1921; F. Lankes in. He spoke of his work – how on a winter evening after a hard days work in the wind & storm coming home late (about ten) at night & sitting down to a hot supper – how it made him feel good – once before he told me of fire-fighting & fighting the winter gales down at the harbor it made me envy him when I thought of my own soft easy work –; ; ; ; Sept 24 –a.m. To canal in search of wild morning glories. It is a calm mellow misty morning – the wind is at peace. There was something in the air, some odor perhaps as I passed a picket fence cluttered with dead plants that recalled to me some