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, August 16, 2017
In spite of the sultry weather, the drive down enjoyable – the country beautiful.
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Up late and prepared leisurely to go out sketching. There was no hurry today because the sunlight would not be right until afternoon. Mounted 30 x 40 for the sketch. Off by 10:30...
Monday, August 14, 2017
"...Noon brings sultriness tho in the shade we may escape it with the fresh breeze. Big curly clouds come...I saw an odd cloud formation..."
Sunday, August 13, 2017
August is said to be the month of “falling stars” – I have looked up no reference on the subject – I saw three while I was standing here: short-lived streaks of molten silver.
Saturday, August 12, 2017
In August, at the last fading of twilight, the North assumed to the child a fearful aspect (that colored his thoughts even into early manhood). A Melancholy settles down over the child’s world; he is as if in a tomb.
Friday, August 11, 2017
In spite of a slight dizziness – I managed to get up in time & we went to the early service – by the time the service was over I was feeling better – Late P.M. – Pastor and Mrs. Neeb in to call – we had tea and a short visit to the studio
Thursday, August 10, 2017
It is not until now that I really see that misty morning I beheld on the car Sunday. It comes over me with great joy that it is Southeast to me now. Sulphur streams & hills—
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
...On to Hamburg, hoping a filagree necklace we had seen in a jeweler’s window, might still be there – But it was not of course, so I bought another pin & ear-rings which seemed just like Bertha –
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Painting of the view between our house & garage, with Bengert’s maple & our ailanthus as the center of interest...
Monday, August 7, 2017
P.M- in studio making drawings on the new portion of “Cicada Woods”- it begins to grow in interest & power- I am getting excited about it.