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.
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
The sky is streaked vague blue and white; sunlight dim; the streets are dusty; the air is warm; almost motionless, yet there is a subtle coolness which is pleasant.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
To Whitney Museum to see “History of American Water Color Painting” exhibition. Museum closed, but I called up from the drugstore across the street, and they let me in...
Monday, February 18, 2019
A glorious day...A Heavy frost that bristles the grass white
Sunday, February 17, 2019
P.M. – Lying down – the NBC concert – Beethoven 3rd Symph. + V. [Vaughan] Williams two piano concerto – rugged noble music.
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Two slightly cold days. An easy wind and ceaseless sweep-away of cold blue clouds. The ground does not freeze, except at night a filmy crust. Today at times it snowed — a peculiar ghostly snow as if we imagined it. Early in the evening a bullet-shower.
Thursday, February 14, 2019
Bertha and I exchanged Valentines in the morning, happy and more in love than ever.
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Tomorrow is Valentine Day. I only sent four – “ugly” ones; to Joe, to Bill, to King and to Ray Williams. I almost gave myself away by stamping them with Mullins stamping machine –
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
A.M. working on “Hepaticas” (1952) and putting it in its frame. Letters from Evie & Cathie...
Monday, February 11, 2019
"...This is a Spring morning. Spring is merely a state of the mind...My aim has been and is yet, merely to become an instrument which shall record the beauty of nature..."
Sunday, February 10, 2019
As I came into the house, I heard the cardinal singing – I answered him and he came to the pine trees signing excitedly – So today must be considered the first day of Spring –