Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

27.                     June 15, 1934 –

     Arthur brought a spray of fleabane to the door of the studio to ask its name –

                        July 16, 1934 –

     It is wonderful to come back again to what is nearest and dearest to one [sic] heart again after having made a protracted excursion into new and alien fields. Getting a car was such a new and radical thing for me, learning to drive it so absorbing, and then the sheer delight of driving after possession so complete, that my painting, and pleasure in meditation of nature seemed to recede far far back into some remote past. There was a short time when it became so dim that I wondered foolishly whether it would ever come to me again. I can’t remember when the reaction started, but this morning it seems as tho, just sitting on the bench in front of my studio, that life could hold no greater peace and delight. This tiny corner of the earth that is ours gives a feeling of such deep content and security; this is the base to which we can always come back, and be ourselves, alone, completely free from the