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, December 8, 2019
A rather heavy snow; enough to look like “real winter” but not enough to be a traffic problem. All the children are delighted – the loathed the long sunny spell we had –
Saturday, December 7, 2019
P.M. Philharmonic concert — In the intermission, news of Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor (Hawaii), The Philippines, Hong Kong etc — Impossible to take in its significance at once) —
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
This has been one of the most beautiful Decembers of my whole life.
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Another dark damp day- raw wind from S.W. with a “spit” of rain at time. A.M. unpacking the two boxes...
Monday, December 2, 2019
All morning on unpacking and “dismantling” pictures—a dark damp day, threatening rain.
Sunday, December 1, 2019
I was especially attune to the beauty of the late afternoon effects of the sunlight earth, and Bertha along with me – we kept exclaiming all the way home – like two eager children – as I would like to think we are!
Saturday, November 30, 2019
Here in this deep pinehollow where no wind ever comes; where the terrific gale in the outside world is but the vague rumour of roaring trees’ tops, indistinct because of the roar of waterfalls & the busy crackle of my fire — here there is always the peace of silent expectancy, … more
Friday, November 29, 2019
Dandelions numerous—almost stemless, as if the bud on reaching the air burst open for joy in the sunlight. Think of dandelions bursting in jagged yellow flames on the sunny hillsides on a hazy November day!
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Cold day with fleets of dapply clouds. At noon – sun partially obscured – north sky full of big blue holes. The north sides of houses was cold blueish...