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, July 8, 2020
Evening – after we were in bed – Art home from trip to lake...He had “bad news” about the car
Tuesday, July 7, 2020
A clear warm day –Weeding gardens and cutting out the overhanging branches of the mock-orange bush west of studio.
Monday, July 6, 2020
"A calm clear blue sky – day – a few white clouds...I have a feeling of lost poetry –"
Sunday, July 5, 2020
Both of us up at eight having the back hall on our minds. I was downstairs first; and was surprised to find all the canned goods removed, and the shelves askew.
Saturday, July 4, 2020
Arthur’s last year to celebrate with Firecrackers. Evening our usual celebration with the “House on – Fire” as a grand finale. Spent the morning working in, & weeding the garden –
Friday, July 3, 2020
First U.B. session – a small but good group including Blair, Pratt, Koenig & Barrett – to Glen and Williamsville – A still hot cloudless day –
Thursday, July 2, 2020
Late at night in an automobile I rode under the calm starry sky but to the southeast lightning played in the clouds — a strange feeling went thru as of seeing world I have lost.
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
Fiddling around at noon, [O.A.] stopped a moment on his way to his cottage at Lime Lake. I was shocked at his appearance.
Tuesday, June 30, 2020
Got up early to view the eclipse – but it was cloudy except for one brief moment when it was at its height (62% here)...
Monday, June 29, 2020
"Last evenings coppery sunset is reflected this morning in the whistle of a freight that echos & re“echos” thru a million misty valleys – Nothing stirs the imagination as much..."