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.
Friday, March 6, 2015
I woke while it was yet night, a March gale blowing across the land; the moon was shining clear, and a brilliant star was rising in the east –
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Trip to N.Y. for a little work on the Guggenheim jury and for the “testimonial” dinner for Frank. [Rehn]
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Work on the reconstructed 1939 “Hill Country after a shower” for the C&O. I will re-name it “Appalachian Twilight” or Evening.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Another brilliant sunshiny day – Before the sun came up, when only a pale orange glow was shining beyond the thicket, the red-bird was singing – A thin sliver of the last crescent of the moon.
Monday, March 2, 2015
I woke up this morning in time to hear a redbird singing. A little later the sun rose in the heavy mists, a red disc. A beautiful thing is that the harness of work horses of various farms around town are ornamented with rings and brass ornaments etc.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
First drive M for her check up with Dr. Potter. I shook hands with Potter – When I said “I don’t suppose you remember me” he countered “Yes, I know, I brought you into the world”! A great old fellow
Saturday, February 28, 2015
To Buffalo – Car to Justice for service.Sketching around town — building tops on Main near Chippewa. Then to lunch at one-arm.Then more notes of Elec. Bldg. & then to get car.
Friday, February 27, 2015
On the way up the hill (difficult going, deep soggy drifts) I was overcome with the beauty of the day, it did not seem possible the world could be so beautiful, and I felt anew my utter baseness, and unworthiness of such delights.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
...all the, time I felt that I was not calm enough in my mind for real concentration on such a work at this time, and that I ought not be doing it; rather some mechanical work would be better.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Excellent weather for sap-running. Broken branches are hung with whitish icicles. I ate one and wondered if my imagination made it taste sweet.