Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

name – The over-large leaves, with curling petals, when partly open, twisted in such a way that they formed an irregular, but unmistakable crescent. Altho [sic] I did not actually turn and see it, I felt that if I did turn and look, I could have seen the crescent moon itself low in the southwest sky. An atmosphere of peace, and remoteness hovered over the scene, and I thought how far away and trivial the war seemed.; With the smell of mignonette in my nostrils, I awoke.Jan. 14, 1943 – Thurs.; When I think of the multitude of things there are to paint – the whole untouched field of nature moods and weather, and the whole gamut of human life and endeavor which can be expressed in houses and building – when I think of these, and how little I have actually accomplished, I am aghast at my inactivity – a cessation of painting that has lasted from October. There is so little time – human life is so brief, it seems “flying in the face of fate” to be idle.; I have, however been “filling my days” with activity – mounting paper of all sizes, doing all sorts of odd jobs around the house and studio, running to Buffalo etc.; Yesterday, I filled in the time going over my 1917 and 1918 water-colors, an occupation that always gives