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.
Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Both morning and afternoon to Buffalo to make studies of Genesee St. Building. P.M. buy groceries at market for my Birthday dinner.
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
A very mild day — sun shining — all the birds seemed to go ‘mad’ with singing — Once I saw a male grackle courting a female, spreading his wings and tail, and strutting for her approval...
Monday, April 6, 2020
"This is a day when I have feelings to which I cannot give expression – vague thoughts & yearnings that are fleeting and transparent...Down Euclid – trees shadows blue on the dusty street."
Sunday, April 5, 2020
a number of old stumps and logs in a vacant lot – lit up with the warm misty sunlight from above with a ghastly highlight – this is but one time of year when such an effect can be seen –
Saturday, April 4, 2020
P.M. B & I to Hepatica Hill below Springville. This delightful spot is being ruined by the trash-dumpers and road-trimmers. The whole hill in shadow, the sun sinking in the west. In spite of all, we enjoyed ourselves, digging hepaticas and I getting a lot of black earth in baskets
Friday, April 3, 2020
All day intensively on the “North woods in Spring” In it I am coming closer to the realization of the theme of North in woods. But I doubt if I will ever be satisfied...
Thursday, April 2, 2020
The world white and wintry – aside from some pussy-willows by the road, shining white tops – there was not the least obvious sign of spring...
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Walking homeward over the luminous dusky fields, with the rain full in my face –
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
S.W. of Gowanda – (Route 18 & 62 S.W. to Cattaraugus Rd, east on it & then left on a narrow dirt road a short distance.) A warm windy day, with dark layer clouds, seemingly an ideal day, for painting...
Monday, March 30, 2020
"A brilliant day; a few blinding clouds across the blue..."