Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

His work was mediocre and without a trace of individuality. From his remarks I gathered that he was a member of a well-to-do family, who tho a man, was dependent on his mother. (There is no mere pitiable object than such an unfortunate) – How lucky a man is, to have to make his own way in life, to be on his own. Yesterday (16th) Blair was out with his years work. The volume of his output is astonishing, and to one a source of envy (I regret the loss of my prolific youth). He has advanced artistically, especially in his boldness and sense of largeness, tho I still felt many things were done too easily, and at too great a speed.; ; ; ; ; Nov. 20, (Monday); All day in Studio, redrawing my study for “Black Walnut” (which I also think of as “The Double Bed” on First Sight) – the material for which I got at Bertha’s old home (the “boys” bedroom) several years ago. ; ; ; ; ; Nov. 21 – (Tuesday); To Dr. Bennett’s to have eyes tested –; The office was full. Three Chinese, (too young men, and, (I assumed) their father. The latter was a fine type – old (dark yellow skin, white hair) and world weary yet with a certain nobility in his patient resignation. He stared vacantly at the floor, rarely looking up. Of what was he thinking? One of the boys was fat, sleek, smug; the other boy thus like the father, but without his noble bearing – more shrewd