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.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
To Buffalo – Car to Justice for service.Sketching around town — building tops on Main near Chippewa. Then to lunch at one-arm.Then more notes of Elec. Bldg. & then to get car.
Friday, February 27, 2015
On the way up the hill (difficult going, deep soggy drifts) I was overcome with the beauty of the day, it did not seem possible the world could be so beautiful, and I felt anew my utter baseness, and unworthiness of such delights.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
...all the, time I felt that I was not calm enough in my mind for real concentration on such a work at this time, and that I ought not be doing it; rather some mechanical work would be better.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Excellent weather for sap-running. Broken branches are hung with whitish icicles. I ate one and wondered if my imagination made it taste sweet.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Out to the “Big Woods” painting altho a slight drizzle was falling – Hearing the first “cawing” of crows at dawn.
Monday, February 23, 2015
While lying in bed this morning, I called Arthur’s attention to the deep rumbling sounds that seem to come from the center of the earth at this time of year – he listened a bit, then asked what caused them – I told him it was giants down in the earth, grinding coffee, and he … more
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Not so cold (+10°) – Sunny, with beautiful small cumulous clouds, dazzlingly white – at morning (particularly and at various other times) the air full of snow crystals,
Saturday, February 21, 2015
The recurrent blizzard and storms of this winter have fired me with the impulse to paint a blizzard. As the starting point or plan for this, I am using the 1918 "Blizzard" (two ghostlly windblown
Friday, February 20, 2015
All at once cardinals and peter-birds seemed to go mad for they began to call and sing on every hand. I simply stood still listening. And then, - more wonderful still – I heard the song of a songsparrow. I then, was not the only one who believed spring was coming.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
The sun was well up in the sky by this time, but such a dense mist obstructed his view, that his heat as yet had no effect on the frost, which covered the ground everywhere, while trees were bare of it.