Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
I ought to thank God that this flood of ideas continues unabated at the beginning of my 69th year.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Dinner at the College in honor of myself and Peter Andrews, who has donated my “December Storm”...
Monday, December 2, 2013
A dream—Someone, (possibly the publishers) had sent me an advance copy of a new book—the world as it appeared to a child (in this case, a girl)—with many illustrations by some young artist.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
—at last I am free, and taking the snow shovel I clean paths—the healthy vigor with which I did this, and the joy of physical exertion were such as I have not experienced for many a day.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Here in this deep pine hollow where no wind ever comes; where the terrific gale in the outside world is but the vague rumour of roaring trees’ tops, indistinct because of the roar of waterfalls & the busy crackle of my fire — here there is always the peace of silent … more
Friday, November 29, 2013
Our minds revert to crackling fires in fireplaces, apples, armchairs, and nutcracking. Thanksgiving & Christmas, which no longer are religious festivals but human, are in the air.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
During a blizzard the night before Thanksgiving a flash of pink lightning and a clap of thunder— the wonder and mystery of nature were reborn—it is Thanksgiving morning—the storm has cleared for us...
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
On all sides I saw beautiful materials, wide rolling fields of dead grass to the N.E. with great lavender cloud shadows sweeping across it
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
The determination to stand alone, and the iron will to carry it thru, keeping his work pure and unsullied by the current decadence in art; by keeping lonely vigils with nature, whereby he comes to know her in all her true aspects unsoftened by sentimentality.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Drive south on Bullis to the Hill—where I parked, + climbed the hill. The moon behind a “fleet” of dappled clouds. I waited for it to come clear of them—