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.
Sunday, November 17, 2019
They turned out to be the kind of workers we dream about but never see: for later on, when I came out he said one of his men had noticed one of my rear tires was flat – (one of the snow-tires I just had put on) – Did I want them to change it?
Saturday, November 16, 2019
Monday night the Whitney Museum opened. Difficult to see pictures. I was again disappointed in my own (Budding Poplar Branches) – The frame seems to crush it.
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Mid-morning showed a wonderful phenomenon of sunlight.
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Dense fog – void but a short distance away. The sun a drab orange spot, then disappears. A blue jay imitates a hawk cry – I see one in a tree, at my approach he flies away...
Monday, November 11, 2019
"...Can this be November? A deep blue sky - and great big yellow clouds drenched with the thin sparkling sunlight..."
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Cool – rain + wind from the east – a profusion of yellow poplar and maple leaves filling the air and covering the lawns. Most of the morning on the “Moonrise in the Woods” –
Saturday, November 9, 2019
In studio, [studied] various pictures especially the Sun Burst, which needs enlarging and redesigning – also studied the 1940 “December Sun”
Thursday, November 7, 2019
Grey smoky November – a cool morning – yellow + ochre rifts in sky that sweeps from N.W. at times silver sun in low S.E. Heavy yellow haze –
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
I planted crocus bulbs tonight, it seemed strange that these little dry bulbs planted in the cold black earth... would next spring come up flowers after the first March thunderstorm
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Evening – to Meibohm’s. A pleasant, but rather intense evening. Intense because all of them had so many things they wanted to show...