Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
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.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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 –
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.
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 tales … more
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Beautiful colors in a fire Rich blue + violet in glowing embers.
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Got out the “Bearded Hills” (1931) – and studied it –