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, May 27, 2016
The low tract between the woods full of water—warm & steaming—everything so lush and growing so fast & luxuriantly. Reminding me of May days in the Little Beaver Flats.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Last year I got an idea for making a decorative garden fence out of cement, and the other day I made a wooden form and filled it with a cement mixture—
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Mart had us to dinner for our anniversary –
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Solid fall of rain – wind out of southeast – rollicking song of yellowbird heard above clatter of rainspout...
Monday, May 23, 2016
"The evening is oppressively warm; this year’s spring has developed too rapidly; a pall is over the sky... spreading over the heavens in a huge gray expanse..."
Sunday, May 22, 2016
All of us (but Hank, who had gone to early service) to Emanuel Church. Dinner for all at our house.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
God’s greatest gift to me, is the ability to be astonished anew each year by the almost incredible beauty of a dandelion plant in full bloom.
Friday, May 20, 2016
B & I start out at 9:00 for Canada. Dark and foggy and raining. Nevertheless we hoped for clearing weather & persisted. Over Peace Bridge and on the Canadian Blvd.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
A Powerful day – a brilliant white sun at morning – great windy clouds appear – dry wind – black trees clawing against blue + white sky –
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
I suddenly realize that I am done with the shed in swamp and hollows pictures and must put them away – which I do with regret, closing a door on an adventure in imagination which was one of the happiest in my career