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, May 24, 2015
The grass bristles and is cool – a train whistles recalls lonely wild stretches to the west – Then comes the church bell and an inexpressibly sad mournful sound...
Saturday, May 23, 2015
There is no royal road on which a man can travel in search of God. Those rare moments when I feel surrounded by His presence, when I feel full of thankfulness for life, are apt to be deluding, for I fancy at such times “Now I have found Him,” and it will always be thus, nothing … more
Friday, May 22, 2015
Surely no other plant is so full of the Glory of God, and His creation. Seen singly, or in myriad numbers, it is beyond all comprehension. It is as difficult to take in all the glory of the dandelion, as if it is to take in a mountain or a thunderstorm.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Complete Subjugation to Nature—If you would be a poet, express the poetry of nature. Do not invent a quasi-poetry & try to twist the facts of nature around to it. The Artist does not define Art.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
I suddenly realize that I am done with the shed in swamp and hollows pictures and must put them away –
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Last night to lecture on Theatre and “New Movement” in scenery...
Monday, May 18, 2015
Art accepted for radio school in Air Force. Must enlist May 22 to 29. We hate to think of it.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
The same yellow noon – an apple tree choked with bloom like a flood of white light from above –
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Friday, May 15, 2015
In the evening I take Mary Alice & Martha in the buggy over on the Seneca Creek Road to get some onion shoots. A delicately beautiful May evening.