Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

changing the value of reducing the intensity of a color here & there I could bring the sketch nearer to a complete realization.
Apr. 7 – Wed.
More work on the 1917 sketches.
Late P.M. with Art to Heil’s – he rides his bike home while I took a bus to the city line – while waiting here, Ashley and another man pick me up.
Apr. 8, Thurs.
To Chestnut Ridge drawing & painting.
Stop at Cazenovia Creek just beyond Ebenezer to look at the cliff, and make studies of ice– a raw, gray skied day – the blue-gray cliff, facing north had a forbidding far away look to it – gleaming willow switches, scraped by ice-cakes. Park pines.
A.M. exploring the ravine on the west side of the Park, and making studies.
Lunch on the road over-looking the Boston Valley – the clouds beginning to break, and brilliant light appears in the rifts. The earth looks good.
A few studies in the ravines at the base of the hill – but I do not like the atmosphere here, the once wild country overrun with summer cottages built by city people craving the “wilds” and defeating their purpose because all must flock like sheep to the same spot.