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, October 25, 2016
[Although] it was the first day of the pleasant season, and around Gardenville, the numerous shots sounded like a battle going on, I was not bothered out in the country as much as I had feared...
Monday, October 24, 2016
"...cloudy and grey with a wind... Rain all afternoon and fitful wind brushing thru the wet-glistened trees...I have no fear of any dogma, but I do fear myself."
Sunday, October 23, 2016
The first frost – mostly noticeable were the dahlias which were ruined. A sunny mild day.
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Friday, October 21, 2016
Outside a soft gentle rain is falling from a dark misty sky, with a soothing patter.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
The memory of a dream - which was of seeing about a dozen newly emerged black-swallow tail butterflies clinging to a willow bush in a lake
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
A dream – There was a heavy frost which plastered the dead plants and houses it had been grey and lowery all morning
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
In these days we have reliable weather reports a week in advance; formerly “weather prophets” could tell a day or so in advance from the appearance of the sky...
Monday, October 17, 2016
"...While there my attention was attracted from the sight of the thinning trees beyond the Libery stable in the hazy October sunshine..."
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Met by Art at train – good to be home.