Charles E. Burchfield in his own words

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 11, 1914

    Friday, August 9, 2019

    A wonderful sunset to-night—one of beautiful colors. I had taken Thoreau’s Autumn and gone out on the porch. I was first attracted to the sky by a phenomenon connected with it. 

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 5, 1913

    Thursday, August 8, 2019

    Dark starry sky with the milky way unusually clear; deep silence with the exception of the constant [rhythmic] chorus of myriad tree crickets,which sound like the steady thrum thrum of the human heart.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals August 7, 1916

    Wednesday, August 7, 2019

    To most laymen art is either a means of earning a living, or a pastime. They do not realize it is life itself. They do not comprehend that the artist paints not from a desire, but because he must.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 6, 1963

    Tuesday, August 6, 2019

    To the North Otto Grange Hall painting – we took food for both noon and evening, as I expected to work up to 6:00 or later...

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 5, 1914

    Monday, August 5, 2019

     A silver poplar on Garfield is studded with white blossoms. A mirage? No - the breeze has only ceased for an instant.

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 4, 1962

    Sunday, August 4, 2019

    I was all “primed” to paint in the studio, but the lure of truancy was too much – I suggested taking our lunch out to the Maples on the Townsend Road, and Bertha was all for it – 

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Vol. 55, August 3, 1954

    Saturday, August 3, 2019

    Last night about 10:30 – I got up & went out the marigold bed, hoping to catch the night worms that have been defoliating them – Caught four more – / When I got back in bed, I heard the first tree-crickets.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 4, 1914

    Friday, August 2, 2019

    And so do my impressions of childhood evade me. Of late there have been rare instances when childhood impressions would flash across my mind—it is not that I wish to go back, or mourn for the past. I only wish I might look at nature new as I did then, with a mind steeped in fairy talesmore

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 1, 1914

    Thursday, August 1, 2019

    Beautiful colors in a fire Rich blue + violet in glowing embers.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 31, 1954

    Wednesday, July 31, 2019

    Got out the “Bearded Hills” (1931) – and studied it –