[South East] of Aurora to snow-light woods. As I parked on the brow of the hill, and turned down the windows, joy in being alive swept over me. A vague misty sky; from a barnyard just below came the excited clatter of chickens, a primitive spring sound. Just as I had finished strapping myself into my sketching paraphernalia, a few tiny flakes of snow commenced to fall. Hoping it would cease, I set out for the woods. As I tramped thru the soggy snow-covered floor of the woods, the snowfall increased. But it was beautiful- and the wind singing in the treetops stirred my blood. Defeated, I returned to the car, and ate my lunch, in a leisurely fashion watching the landscape and the snow which increased. Afterwards, I took a walk in the woods, and then drove home. To R.R. As I went up the street, I heard a crow. The soft gray soggy sky, a raw wet trees were transformed and I felt a power in myself and a confidence and independence- I am alone in the world, in my art, and it was good. Charles E. Burchfield, March 18, 1936 bpac.co/o:12084 Image: Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), March Sunlight, 1932; watercolor on paper, 18 x 27 inches; Image from the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives
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