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Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Wind in the Night, 1939-1949; watercolor on paper, 17 1/2 x 24 1/2 inches; Image from the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives

Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Wind in the Night, 1939-1949; watercolor on paper, 17 1/2 x 24 1/2 inches; Image from the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 8, 1939

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Life should be lived from one moment to another – Living it that way, existence is full of precious incidents –

Sitting in a barber’s chair, the sunlight falling aslant the worn linoleum – Or it might be, in the market; the man in the next stall is cutting a piece of beef – how good the red flesh looks –

I have awaked at 4:30 AM. A riotous wind is sweeping across the half-dead earth – I become conscious of my breathing, and realize all at once what a privilege it is to have this flexible lox known as the chest, which we can inflate & deflate at will; take in the pure wind – cleaned air – a glympse [sic] of the last sliver of the waning moon messaging the dawn, before the great clouds disclose it again.

Later, thru the stair-landing window is revealed my neighbors white house as a pale phosphorescent glowing irregular shape, lit up by our stairway, the bleak dawn, our life in the village, all the parts of our existence, how great it all is –

I am home again –

Charles E. Burchfield, November 8, 1939

 

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