Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
He had been out walking and had committed some thoughtless transgression against the laws of the woodlands. Perhaps it was that he had unwittingly failed to look at the first wild flower, or had neglected a bird song.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Let my studio be hallowed by large adventurous thoughts; and a feeling of security and isolation from the banalities of life; by dreams, and bold imaginings...
Monday, November 18, 2013
It was just in such a neighborhood I grew up in—and it is the commonplace things I have loved and will always love.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
The sun had disappeared behind the wooded edge of a hill to the S.W. – I took a walk in that direction thru a swamp, and scrubby woods –
Saturday, November 16, 2013
The Metropolitan “Artists for Victory” jury meeting….Many times, when there were long stretches of dull pictures, I had to fight sleep.
Friday, November 15, 2013
The faithful interpretation of natural truths should be a matter of religion—even a bud on a twig wrongly placed would be a sin—An artist should make all the physical acts of his everyday life conform to the laws of nature—
Thursday, November 14, 2013
I have never learned to talk & have only listened to the trees.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Night hawk calls in the cool windy twilight – wind at night clattering in leaves like rain –
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
In studio – work on the “November Sun & Goldenrod” picture of 1952...
Monday, November 11, 2013
By this time it was time to go in for a rest. But the dead goldenrod and corn, lit up by the horizon sun attracted me, [so] that I pause to look at it—a beautiful scene