Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
From the age of seventeen until the end of his life, American watercolor painter Charles E. Burchfield wrote in journals that chronicled his artistic and intellectual development. These journals reveal much about his unique vision, love of nature and gift for writing. Burchfield’s passion for writing could not be contained in the journals alone. Throughout his career, his moods, ideas and personal critiques were also recorded on thousands of scraps of paper and studies for paintings as well as in letters to family, friends and colleagues. His complex and layered visual language points to a complex human being. The inner triumphs, struggles and ambitions of his career are reflected and recorded in his own words and serve as an inspiration for all.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Now that I am here I cannot tell what is in the wind -and this is indeed its greatest charm, like the woman in love-stories. Oh the pleasure of lying on a wind buffeted hill, hours of dreamy idleness!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I ate lunch by the side of a woods. The songs of cicadas & the sun rays filtering down thru a cobwebby dead hemlock. (Few things are more lovely)
Monday, May 20, 2013
Thinking of the harbor life, and its leisurely character, it seems as tho work in one of the elevators would have none of the grimness that I associate with modern industry.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
...then, via thruway to Upton Hall for one “last” look – Don there, as well as Earl Woffgruber, Bob McPh. [possibly McPherson] + his family. Later Edna L. [Lindemann]
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Dreamt last night our house was situated in a marsh-like place – I was younger / I went down under the house
Friday, May 17, 2013
All day on "Song of the Peterbird" picture (Shall I change the title to "Sun, Clouds and Rocks?") – I felt in fine fettle, able to tear into the picture, making changes & inventing new themes and details
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Rain commences late afternoon, becoming a steady downpour by night – a spring rain is a beneficent act One could stand in it and feel sheer physical pleasure in its contact –
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
At afterglow time To Bentley’s – Pipers – woods + frogs in the glassy ponds – In the twilight woods – a leaf wistle - a bird flies up at my foot unseen – a stray wind in the trees – I heard the stream coming out of … more
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Thinking of my project of a whole new series of “Months”...
Monday, May 13, 2013
Memories: A little hill rank with new long grass, and dandelion seed-heads all stewwing in the boiling sunlight.