Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Autumnal Fantasy, 1916-1944; watercolor on joined paper, 39 x 54 inches; Private Collection
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, September 28, 1916
Friday, September 20, 2013
It is raining—autumn rain at night—Think of birds sitting in bare trees—How does the Underwing Moth that clings to the bark of trees in the daytime protect itself now? Where do the yellow butterflies that sparkle at noon go? What trees feel like under this wind, & storm & frost, sunlight, decay, leaf-falling and rain? Is that why they look so startled? Is that why houses are so frightened?
Charles Burchfield, September 28, 1916