Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Nighthawks at Twilight, 1917-49; watercolor on joined paper, 33 1/2 x 47 inches; Flint Institute of Arts, Flint, Michigan, Gift of the Viola E. Bray Charitable Trust, 1964.3
Autograph letter from Charles E. Burchfield to Lawrence A. Fleischman, Detroit, Michigan, March 17, 1956
Saturday, August 23, 2014
“Nighthawks” needs no comment I guess, I love to see them frolicking in the vanguard of a storm – I think they must use the swirling eddies of wind as we do sliding places. How I envy them – if there were anything at all to the theory of evolution (which I doubt very much) man would long ago have developed wings. And I love the eeriness of a woods at nightfall.
I wanted wings so often, on our trip. Going through the desert, some odd-shaped mountain-peak in the distance called so strongly for a closer look. I guess the answer would be a helicopter. I am anxious for the time when helicopters will come down in price and can be handled easily by an ordinary driver. I feel sure that time will come, and that I will run one before I die. It’s one of the things I think I simply must do or my sojourn on this earth will not be complete.
Charles E. Burchfield, Letter to Lawrence A. Fleischman, March 17, 1956