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.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
The second of clear crisp sunshiny days – the sunlight brilliant, the sky a fathomless blue, and the air full of a tang that suggests sap-running...
Monday, January 16, 2017
"P.M. By train to Cleveland...The woods along the railroad have become a part of me..."
Sunday, January 15, 2017
A bitterly cold day; the wind groans at us like a dog at an old bone in a barren field.
Saturday, January 14, 2017
The January gale is abroad again today – At noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shines like a star — The whistles roaring are far away. How the wind tears … more
Friday, January 13, 2017
The January gale is abroad again today – at noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shines like a star – The whistles roaring are far away. How the wind tears smoke away from chimneys – it dares … more
Thursday, January 12, 2017
That exciting moment when one has a meeting hour at evening with his loved one; in the spring how the buildings & trees look at such a time –
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
My view of Nature now is like seeing sunlight thru a board fence: here and there we see a flash of sunlight thru an unwary crack. I do not begrudge these years.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
The “January Spring” with its exciting afterglows and smoking chimneys and wide-roaming trains has come and gone and now the earth is shut in by a low dark sky...
Monday, January 9, 2017
... a flock of birds flew up at a distance...I noticed in what beautiful rhythms the grass had been blown – It looked as tho a riotous wind were always blowing –
Sunday, January 8, 2017
I strive to put into it all the joy of Christmas, of family love, and home life, peace and sweet contentment.