Charles E. Burchfield in his own words

  • Charles E. Burchfield's Dreams, Journals, April 14, 1956

    Sunday, April 14, 2019

    Bertha and I on our annual Hepatica pilgrimage. A clear sunny day, ideal for our trip, mild weather with just a faint tinge of chill.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 13, 1917

    Saturday, April 13, 2019

    A fairy building or house of the wings of a moth, might use the transparent spots in the wings as windows. What would flowers look like seen thru them!

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, April 12, 1937

    Friday, April 12, 2019

    B & I to Dr. Bennett’s to have her eyes examined. Waiting in a Dr.’s office is always a strange experience. When you come in, you feel that you are strangers,

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, April 11, 1932

    Thursday, April 11, 2019

    Rain commences late afternoon, becoming a steady downpour by night – a spring rain is a beneficent act; One could stand in it and feel sheer physical pleasure in its contact – The air is full of toad-songs and calls of various birds. Saw a house-wren twice.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 9, 1959

    Wednesday, April 10, 2019

    Late P.M.- The Richter’s over for a little party- Mart & Hank’s gift, Alice in Wonderland etc. – a more complete edition of John Tenniel’s illustration...

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 10, 1916

    Wednesday, April 10, 2019

    Oh to see a sunsparkled drop of dew on a blade of grass and think there were nothing else in the world! Vague apprehensions of the future arise to torment me. I cannot enjoy nature with composure —

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 9, 1953

    Tuesday, April 9, 2019

    My birthday – 60 years old! A record and a sweet note from Bertha (the Pain Symphony, of Mozart, coupled with Schubert’s 8th). A nice card from Evie & Bob...

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 8, 1915

    Monday, April 8, 2019

    Thru (sic) Park: The melted frost in the frothy sun, sparkles and turn the jagged turf whitish; robins are the songsters

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals , April 7, 1964

    Sunday, April 7, 2019

    A very mild day – sun shining – all the birds seemed to go ‘mad’ with singing – Once I saw a male grackle courting a female, spreading his wings and tail, and strutting for her approval – 

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 6, 1944

    Saturday, April 6, 2019

    Art & I to Gowanda. / A brisk brilliant sunshiny day; a golden day for both of us. It was a constant delight to Art, and his continuous enthusiasm at each new ‘event’ was a tonic to me. We were in complete harmony.