Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Monday, November 25, 2019
"The strange-ness of railroad yards..."
Sunday, November 24, 2019
And then it suddenly occurs to me, that for several years I have not had any art magazines – and never missed them! What a happy state of mind to be in.
Saturday, November 23, 2019
The other day my Ekman book on Sibelius came. I find it interesting in many ways....I find a few parallels in our careers....he saw tones in terms of colors.
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Today something drew me to the southeast. Yesterday in the fierce wind, the telegraph wires fairly shrieked, and sounded like when we rub our finger tips on tumblers.
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
A day of poetical skies. White sun and weird streaks. The sunlight comes and goes. The air seems very white. The sky is intense in whatever direction we look, and blurs objects in front of it...
Monday, November 18, 2019
West green beyond Jennings– Old Northwest Sunday afternoon mood – the tall dead tree; loose cloudy sky-high N.W. wind –
Sunday, November 17, 2019
They turned out to be the kind of workers we dream about but never see: for later on, when I came out he said one of his men had noticed one of my rear tires was flat – (one of the snow-tires I just had put on) – Did I want them to change it?
Saturday, November 16, 2019
Monday night the Whitney Museum opened. Difficult to see pictures. I was again disappointed in my own (Budding Poplar Branches) – The frame seems to crush it.
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Mid-morning showed a wonderful phenomenon of sunlight.
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Dense fog – void but a short distance away. The sun a drab orange spot, then disappears. A blue jay imitates a hawk cry – I see one in a tree, at my approach he flies away...