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, April 17, 2015
Cold and bright—the ground frozen hard.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
All day in the studio working on the road hillside from the study of last night.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
A marvelous day out of Eternity – Not for many months have I had such pure unalloyed pleasure in being outdoors and painting.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Along Ellsworth Rd. sketching – I entered the strange woods It was like a climax in music...
Monday, April 13, 2015
Toscanini played Haydn’s London Symphony #104 a beautifully simple thing –
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Church bells – raking up refuse in the yard; robin singing, –
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Dreamt last night our house was situated in a marsh like place – I was younger
Friday, April 10, 2015
The Hepaticas are up—
Thursday, April 9, 2015
White sun, jagged sky, frozen ground – high wind from cold north – in white intense sunlight, sunlit places – are vivid cold white in character the local color almost vanishes while shadows are harsh + deep blue black almost colorless -
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Take them to studio—they look fine there and add an atmosphere that I love. The cat, which was by the fire, was terror-stricken at the sight of the birds