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.
Friday, April 24, 2015
Three days of warm, sunshiny weather – Growing things, held back by the unusually late season, seem to visibly grow before our eyes.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Saturday, Arthur & I went alone to my “Trillium Woods” south-east of Hamburg. It was truly a “red-letter” day for me, and I hope for him. I had long looked forward to just such a trip as this, that I would take with my boy; from the time he was a helpless baby I … more
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Working on ‘Good Friday Mood’ with great gusto and assurance. A bitter mood....At the end of the day asked B [Bertha] out to see it. She liked it—thought it was almost frightening.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
B & I to the “Great Woods”—A fine day...
Monday, April 20, 2015
Big morning – shower in night – great romantic sky – big rounded thunder heads rich pale OY in sun – fore-glow; Sun lights up clouds...
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Then home; by now the rain had set in, in earnest, almost a cloud burst almost all the way home visibility very poor; some lightening – which continued up to 6:00.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Wet snow & sunshine alternating – I would see our western N. Y. landscape, not in the terms of modern life ..., but rather in terms of eternal verities of the primeval earth, such as prehistoric peoples and Indians knew, which can never be erased if only we look beneath the surface —
Friday, April 17, 2015
Cold and bright—the ground frozen hard.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
All day in the studio working on the road hillside from the study of last night.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
A marvelous day out of Eternity – Not for many months have I had such pure unalloyed pleasure in being outdoors and painting.