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.
Monday, September 28, 2020
"...sounding like grease spattering in a thousand skillets...thinned poplar trees..."
Sunday, September 27, 2020
...The writer referred to me as “one of the fine old men of American Art”! In commenting on that Miss Hofeld said, “you are too much aware of life to be called old.”
Saturday, September 26, 2020
My diary seems to be a journal of the wind, sunshine and sky.
Friday, September 25, 2020
Home from Pittsburg – Early P.M. – frames from town. Then go to bed to sleep...
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Dark and cold. It was not until noon that I first noticed the strange yellow light outside.
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Dreams in the night—I can remember nothing of them except that I did a lot of uproarious laughing in them...
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Visit of Dr. Maurice Bisharat— (Called up at 8:30. Arrived at 10:30.)—Stayed until 5:30. His visit stimulating—a very interesting person...
Monday, September 21, 2020
"...Droughty sunset. Red orange sun sinking in red-purple, & violet haze, disappearing before reaching the horizon..."
Sunday, September 20, 2020
A day of fragmentary sunshine, with remarkable clouds – particularly in the east, a huge fleet of small cumulus wind-shaped clouds, with the spot-lighting usual in September –
Saturday, September 19, 2020
On the return home I stopped on the “Big Sap” Hill to listen to the katydids. They were so numerous & so loud, they made the ears ring. Made studies of the Milky Way & the two constellations in the S.W.