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.
Sunday, June 16, 2019
After lunch, walked over to the north end of the lake. Coming back, I experienced one of these rare moments of complete spiritual and physical well-being.
Saturday, June 15, 2019
P.M. – to Gardenville Elementary School to show my paintings to and talk to the sixth grade pupils –...We left with a warm glow.
Friday, June 14, 2019
The other day going over my early summer 1915 notes—remembering a note on a moon reflected in Little Beaver below Covered Bridge.
Thursday, June 13, 2019
Heavy June Dusk—Rumbling of Thunder to NW—Fireflies blown in the wind like sparks from a chimney on a winter night—
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
So I sat in the hazy air, steeped in the days glory - Clear-blue shadowed trees standing motionless in the sun haze -
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
A.M. Record (Overture to Samson by Handel) in the mail. A grand powerful expression. Noon. The distressing news from Gramophone shop that the Siberian records cannot now be imported...
Monday, June 10, 2019
A dead, hot day...There was something grand and invigorating in the down-pouring of the sun’s heat...
Sunday, June 9, 2019
We are invited to spend a vacation on the North Shore of Jamaica in August all expenses paid – the only stipulation being I paint at least one picture for Life to reproduce.
Saturday, June 8, 2019
Cold – killing frost in many places. Dr. Wehling called at 9:20 – I went out to get him at the Statler at 10:00.
Friday, June 7, 2019
A sea-going ship, of the same type as before, was unloading sacks at the Evans elevator—My talkative companion told me it was from Norway—At 7:00, the Detroit boat went out—and a little later, the malt boat went out of the slip into the harbor, turned around and came back in … more