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 29, 2015
How did the nightingale its reputation for beauty? Our woodthrush is much more beautiful.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Dream: Of being in a woods, and coming upon a picture by Hopper which he had just completed...
Monday, July 27, 2015
– I discover a parrot-like tropical bird on the train, which has something wrong with it, flying along, and trying to alight on the coach in which I am riding.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Evening dinner with the Millers. We liked Mrs. M at once. She is of Finnish decent & a great admirer of Sibelius.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
This is a splendid time of the day and does not occur every day. Sun three or four hours from the horizon & very bright & sparkling. The wind easy & fresh & seems inseparable from the sunlight. Leaves of Jewell-Weed become transparently yellow-green.[After all it … more
Friday, July 24, 2015
I have never observed so many colors in lightning as tonight. The general color was pink. At times some bolts took on a yellow tinge. Some were so near that they appeared a glowing blue, and again pale violet.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
A yellow light fills the air—one must wonder if it finds its source in the pale sun, whose dreamy light is spread over the whole sky while the drifting mist...
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Last evening an unusual cloud phenomenon- (similar to the cloud effects of that rhapsodic year of 1915, when I was continually overwhelmed by the power and beauty of the heavens)- a long narrow mass of heavy cumulus clouds extending from the west to the east, dividing the sky almost into two … more
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
At the Beaver Creek, a fine “stand” of arrowheads made us decide to stop a moment to take in the scene. A fine moment – The sun making more headway against the mists...
Monday, July 20, 2015
"...at the base of which were long rows of abandoned coke ovens, sometimes in tiers of three or possibly more."