Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

comprehensible antics. It is an uneven work.In bed, I seemed to be burning up, mentally and physically. Apr. 16 (Wed.)A cold rain from the east—sleet at times—heavy lowering sky—it is very dark. In studio doing odd jobs—mounting some paper (36 x 41) from a painting of a black house & Locusts on the Zoar Valley Rd. I want to do. (Having found a beautiful one on the Zoar Valley Road yesterday)— After supper—walk to Mart & Hanks and make arrangements for Hank to do more painting on the car tomorrow night—Cold—wet snow falling. Letter from F.W.—he agrees with me more or less about the gallery problem, except that he made the point that Frank should only continue the gallery because he himself wants it, and not because of consideration for the painters. He said he had finally joined the equity after talks with Mrs. F, Knoll & [CD] but “I have never joined anything concerning Art and Artists I was not later sorry for. Apr. 17—18 Odd jobs in the studio—enlarging a 1917 study of a little red barn (McCarthy’s) below our house at Salem, planning to introduce some chickweed and various articles on the mud such as a blue-bottle, a half a butternut shell etc.—with