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.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
I wonder if it would be possible to single out any one day—or event in a day and say "This is the first day of spring."
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Evening M & H down for a game of rummy—
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Snow patches under moonlight glows like phosphorous – At our feet the film of snow shines clear, there are a few weeds...
Monday, February 20, 2017
"...All sounds acquire a new significance."
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Children getting ready for bed. Tommy, naked, ran out of the bathroom and up to his room + I was wondered if he was already feeling a shyness at being un-clothed...
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Last night I firmly resolved that in all respect to my cough and cold, I should not go for a walk today. Nature has ways of breaking all resolutions, however, good or bad.
Friday, February 17, 2017
It was a perfect winter day, beautiful beyond description. The hills covered with round domes of snow, the sky a smooth flat expanse of gray, & the fine slanting snow; at times the sun showing a pale blue disc, which illuminated the whole air & earth with a blinding white glow so that it … more
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Two slightly cold days. An easy wind and ceaseless sweep-away of cold blue clouds.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Altho my train had been “changed” to 11:40 instead of 11:10, due to the coal crisis, nevertheless I felt it safer to be on hand by 11:00 & it was well I did – for it pulled out as usual at 11:10. –
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Cold windy February night – a cold glittering moon – The air is so cold that it enhances the night – Deep mystery— A tall dark pine tree stands by...