Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Untitled [New York], c. 1916; watercolor on paper; Image courtesy of the Burchfield Penney Archives
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, October 7, 1916
Monday, Oct 14, 2013
On coming to New York I grow dead to everything—
Today at the harbor I heard [a] sparrow lisping + whistling—and it reminded me of the first bird song in Spring on a warm day in the marshes. Such things seem gone forever.
I can find no reason for staying here.
Charles E. Burchfield, October 7, 1916