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.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
After a good dinner at Enus Moon’s I got my wheel and started out for Irondale...
Monday, August 3, 2015
The rain came down in torrents for an hour or so, and then settled down into a steady gentle fall. I packed my things, and droved (sic) down, thru a long maze of woods until I struck the main road.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Warm and muggy again – a uniformly overcast day – (but no rain).
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Supper composed of westerners, which over, we set about preparing to return. Before starting to lift turtle lines, we throw two logs on fire. One is a huge hollow one and creates a draft in its heart, which finds an outlet in a hole where was a limb, and the flames shoot forth, bringing a … more
Friday, July 31, 2015
There is a sinister quality to a hot August wind as it sweeps up over the oat stubble, and moans thru the loose clapboards of an old barn. Tho heat waves are dancing over the hot dry fields, one thinks, paradoxically enough, of winter.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
all of us to see “Mr. Deeds goes to Town” at the Lafayette, brought back after several years. At the first showing several years ago, I had gone twice, enjoying it as much as the second time as the first. I wondered whether I would think as much of it, after this lapse of time. … more
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.