Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Landscape with Faun [Nijinsky], ca. 1914-16; watercolor and pencil on paper, 14 x 10 inches; Image courtesy of the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, December 6, 1914
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
December 6, 1914
A cold day with occasional rain-flurries. A loose sky, and I have a feeling the wind is from the north east, I do not know for sure; it is the kind of day that comes with a northeast wind, as if the wind blew directly from across Newfoundland.
To Symphony Concert. It revives the poetry in me why need it be revived? I am anxious for a ramble in the Bottoms - then let me steep myself in its poetry - no sight of hideous city. It alarms me I need constant reviving like this. To hear a Peterbird! Talk of exiles! There is the music. Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony took me to a deep gorge full of glittering sun-spokes on whose tops were nervous white-edged trees dancing!
As we came out the air was colder, the lights sparkled and snapped the wind pushed back the shoulders. I walked out of course. Bob came with me. A discussion of the War, that was tiring - not tiring in a strict sense, but while it was in progress I did not feel the touch of the wind.
Evening spent in reading Edward Sheldon’s Romance.
Charles E. Burchfield, December 6, 1914