Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

and announced his intention of coming down & whipping me soundly & kicking me out the door. As often happens in dreams, I was powerless to make my escape, and not only that, could not keep from walking around, making more noise, which brought more curses down on my head. I awoke before the denouement. July 29, 1938 (Friday) – ; In studio in morning studying the sketch I made yesterday – It seems to have more to it than I supposed yesterday, yet I cannot bring myself to touch it yet, for time alone will tell whether I have said what I wanted to say. It has taken me many years to know that I must wait.; What endears Delacroix’s journal to me are notes like following –“Saturday June 11-“Finally go to work at a pretty good pace. It seemed to me that I should never be able to paint any more. “; How often, and of course only recently, have I reached the same sense of futility!; P.M. B&I to Buffalo to do some shopping. It was not pleasant in town, & the drive in & out was hateful.; In the evening I tried out a grasswhip I had bought, on the grass back of the pavilion. It worked well, but I got a blister for my trouble.