Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Thursday, June 6, 2019
Last Wednesday evening—too family to movie, while I went to Harbor—A soft warm freshness—talking to the old man who lives I the houseboat—
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
The bigness of nature almost overwhelmed while I was out at Rocky River. Life seemed short for the stupendous work I am to accomplish —
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
A beautiful clear morning - the sky cloudless – warm – the quietness – a far away train whistle. Started preliminary work on re-mounting the “Lilacs #2"...
Monday, June 3, 2019
To room to keep engagement – It is postponed & Dan & I rush back to Lakeview Cemetery & ascend to Garfield monument to watch the afterglow – we decided the world was ours...
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Morning – at very first light very faint chirping calls of birds (swallows?) Later robins and a red-bird.
Saturday, June 1, 2019
After four daughters, Bertha Burchfield gave birth to a son, Charles Arthur, on June 1, 1929. As was customary at the time, his father was jubilant to have a son. Among his earliest impressions, Charles Burchfield associates his joy with the earth’s fecundity just after Summer … more
Friday, May 31, 2019
Have just finished a new piece—a sunset in wind—sitting looking at it I wonder if I really knew I was doing it at the time—As I look I dream of the future—I see paintings before which people are so overcome they weep—
Thursday, May 30, 2019
The full beauty of the dandelion is lost to the majority of people because of its infinite numbers.
Wednesday, May 29, 2019
A rainy morning – steady drip of rain, smoke straight up, blackbirds continuous calling faint warble of robin –
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
A hazy stagnant day of thunderclouds & a storm – (To Glens) – A dense fog in valley – turned yellow by sunset –Fields are full of dandelion seed heads...