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.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
On the way to school, we saw a robin sitting on an apple tree; suddenly he burst into song. How he must have worshiped the sky and sun to sing such a wonderful song.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
On one day, Cathie showed us the work she had been doing lately — She has made a big advance over work we had previously seen – Her work has boldness, and she seems to grasp quickly the essentials of a mood, or scene. We liked them all...
Friday, March 7, 2014
About midafternoon light rain commences to fall...
Thursday, March 6, 2014
I woke while it was yet night, a March gale blowing across the land; the moon was shining clear, and a brilliant star was rising in the east –
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
A cold sparkling day. Sun melts snow rapidly.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
At its rising it had a hazy, rich carnival cast which fore-told rain to come. A soft-moist wind from the southwest.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Another brilliant sunshiny day – Before the sun came up, when only a pale orange glow was shining beyond the thicket, the red-bird was singing – A thin sliver of the last crescent of the moon.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
A few moments ago I heard someone beating a carpet. Perhaps they are a little premature in their vernal house-cleaning, but that does not rob the sound of its expressiveness.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Sunset time is romantic and reminds me of last years first trip to Brandywine.
Friday, February 28, 2014
At Sunset the sky was clear, but as the cold moon came forth cold white clouds swept across the black sky. The air was a sparkle.