Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 car keys; Pal lay beside me. I pulled out handfuls of acorns, beautiful things, large and a golden brown in color, still I could not find the keys. A dog came from behind a house and ran across the road. Pal started up, but I seized his collar and whispered to him to be quiet so we would not be discovered. He seemed to understand, and crouched down to the ground. I woke at this point.; ; ; ; ; __________; Colder in the night—alternate feathering snow flurries and sunshine all day long.; In studio most of the day, studying pictures. “The Night of the Equinox” “Song of the Telegraph” and “Return of the Blue Birds”—these all seem like splendid starts, and it seems to me that I must increase their fantasy character still more and reduce or even eliminate any realistic approach. They must be distilled into pure art forms. The blend of realism & conventionalized fantasy is a compromise and they lost power for that reason. ; It seems to me more than ever, imperative that I somehow get these fantasies in finished concrete form even tho there is no sale for them. How we will live, I do not know.; Framed the “Night Wind and Stars” (1939-49) preparatory to sending it to N.Y.; ; ; ; ; __________Evening—M & H down. H & I a game of rummy—