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, August 19, 2018
A restless night – Got to worrying about Red + Sally running their car without insurance. Finally had to write them a note about it.
Saturday, August 18, 2018
Odd jobs – mowing lawn – studying pictures in the studio – Partly cloudy – rain threatening –Letter from Art — he had had a blow-out - & damaged his car  to the tune of $22 – Hard “luck” seems to pursue him — however he seemed in … more
Friday, August 17, 2018
Even when I can make up my mind to work on one definite picture, I make false moves, which have to be eliminated—So it was with the “August Sun and Spider-web tree”
Thursday, August 16, 2018
My most disturbing problem in these later years is that I have too many ideas—so many have piled up and more keep crowding my mind that I find myself in the following dilemma—which to concentrate on?
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
The usual activities—Drive C to work at 8:30—
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
P.M- In studio, working on “August Twilight” (The one inspired by my boyhood memories of evenings at our step-grandmother’s place in the country south of Minerva, Ohio)...
Monday, August 13, 2018
A cool clear morning. Invigoration. A peculiar elasticity to the air. There is no wind stirring the trees yet as we move about a brisk breeze strikes our faces - it is as tho (sic) our moving set the air in motion.
Sunday, August 12, 2018
I had wanted to get to work on the Dragon-fly picture but feel too nervous + irritable.
Saturday, August 11, 2018
A warm day, with bright sun, and a few patches or cirro-cumulus clouds
Friday, August 10, 2018
Up early, in anticipation of painting the butterfly milkweed picture—