Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), The East Wind, 1918; watercolor on paper, 18 x 22 1/2 inches; Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York, Bequest of A. Conger Goodyear, 1966
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 26, 1916
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
A wonderful wild day of blizzards. I droned indoors working on a screen design which I hated.
A period of vacillation has come over me again, which I thought was conquered forever. My whole existence seems to stretch forth as one continual fight against myself. There seems never to be a point where I can say to my soul “I own you.” The universe becomes too complex.
Charles E. Burchfield, February 26, 1916