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, April 20, 2019
To the Big Woods, hoping to do a black woods interior with falling snow.
Friday, April 19, 2019
It is in the lower ravine that the real beauty of this woods is best revealed.
Thursday, April 18, 2019
At noon times, when we came out of school, the sweet fragrance of growing things was wafted to me and the pleasure of it thrilled me thru and thru.
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
A Big Windy day after the storm —
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
A clear sunny day – I wanted to take Bertha to see the hepaticas but she did not feel up to it – at first I planned to “loaf” all day – but then decided to go out painting – after lunch...
Monday, April 15, 2019
The pure weather continues. Mornings cold and white with frost – Haze in the air; sparkling grass –
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Bertha and I on our annual Hepatica pilgrimage. A clear sunny day, ideal for our trip, mild weather with just a faint tinge of chill.
Saturday, April 13, 2019
A fairy building or house of the wings of a moth, might use the transparent spots in the wings as windows. What would flowers look like seen thru them!
Friday, April 12, 2019
B & I to Dr. Bennett’s to have her eyes examined. Waiting in a Dr.’s office is always a strange experience. When you come in, you feel that you are strangers,
Thursday, April 11, 2019
Rain commences late afternoon, becoming a steady downpour by night – a spring rain is a beneficent act; One could stand in it and feel sheer physical pleasure in its contact – The air is full of toad-songs and calls of various birds. Saw a house-wren twice.