Charles E. Burchfield in his own words Share Tweet

 
Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Edge of the Woods in Sunlight, 1915; watercolor and pencil on paper, 9 x 12 inches; Image from the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives

Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Edge of the Woods in Sunlight, 1915; watercolor and pencil on paper, 9 x 12 inches; Image from the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 1, 1915

Saturday, July 1, 2017

As the fog lifted up from the dripping trees this morning, a catbird hastily sought the highest branch of our apple tree and sang copiously. White sun in loose fog mists – Robins singing –
A day of powerful stagnant thunderclouds. The air, seems sticky – it is full of a blueish white haze –
Hear yellow bird at evening just before a storm approaches — swallows sailing black against white swift changing thunderheads – small flocks of black birds hustling southward – A heavy shower –
Melancholy possesses me at my happiest moments – I cannot understand it –
At night I like to hear a remote train-whistle – it leads my mind into weirdly melancholy imaginings–
A moth is seeking to get in my window –
Charles E. Burchfield, July 1, 1915

 

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