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.
Monday, July 28, 2014
The yellow glow, curling around each leaf blends it into the sky + the breeze stirring the foliage turns to fine feathery stuff.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Studying the Spider-Web Tree picture eliminating many original features – all at once it occurred to me what was needed below was a lake or a small body of water, instead of a hill in shadow –
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Afternoon calm & peaceful. A few wisps of clouds appear. Sunset the “yellow light” kind. What a miracle that yellow light is coming as it does, well after the sun has dropped below the rim of the world. All things become saturated with yellow light, even our thoughts.
Friday, July 25, 2014
How the wind prods the imagination, urging it to conjure wonderful things! The world is turning to silver. There is silver in the mist whitened sky, in the light of the dimmed sun, in the sunlight flashing on swirling leaves.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
I have remounted the 1917 sketch which I am using for the “Sphynx + the Milky Way”. It is now 53x48.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Some people would have called it a “second honeymoon” — but I do not know how a “first” honey—moon could have been more happy.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Pale tall phantom-like cumulus clouds half lost in the misty air...
Monday, July 21, 2014
I felt a strong desire to once again paint in an Ohio country-side – more mellow than an Western New York country.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
A glorious day full of beautiful sights and impressions it seems impossible to put them down rationally.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
A day that was beautiful in every detail from first to last, and one in which I felt the wonder of nature as if it were newly created (as indeed it is perennially) and yet somehow I cannot put it down on paper.