Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Sunday, January 12, 2020
A brilliant sun shone from a clear blue sky, in which there were just a few elongated cirrus cloud masses. Temp. about 20° - no wind.
Saturday, January 11, 2020
A.M. to Frick Museum — the beauty of Vermeer overpowering — What a truly great painter he is — Rembrandt’s Self-portrait — the new Cezanne, El Greco’s St. Jerome – the St. Francis by ? – Organ music (a piece by Bach & one by Handel). What balm it … more
Friday, January 10, 2020
I realize this: that making so many pencil notes is but another form of procrastination—
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Working all three days on painting of Christmas tree with our front room, the middle arch & part of the middle room.
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
In one of my imaginings today, I was making a trip thru the mountains enroute to the Pacific, and suddenly it came to my mind to imagine a thunderstorm in the mountains; at once I saw this...
Monday, January 6, 2020
"...The soggy earth & rivers of water brought up spring yearnings. As I looked out over the irresistible swamps, I somehow felt that that was my place..."
Sunday, January 5, 2020
More and more I like the painting I did yesterday – It has in it all the excitement of a mid-January afterglow that I used to experience on my way home from Mullins – I called such days in midwinter then “January Spring”
Saturday, January 4, 2020
P.M. – Visit to Olmsteds – When I called to see if they wanted us, Evie said Harold had broken his wrist in two places about six weeks ago — / Had the cast taken off yesterday – She said they would be delighted to have us –
Thursday, January 2, 2020
We are faced with a situation we, as a nation, cannot avoid, either with honor or with safety, and we have to see it thru, but it is all depressing to me, and keeps me from doing my work.
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
A January Thaw! The snow melting on the trees drips stickily into the soggy snow – now & then the crash of a larger piece of snow.