Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Every once in a while H – surprises me by expressing, seemingly unconsciously, a fine poetic thought...
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
not a sign of rain or wind, and yet we know that a storm is far away constantly approaching. It gives to this dead calm a sinister quality it would not otherwise have.
Monday, September 30, 2013
A mild October-like day with a fresh calm blue watery sky—how the season has advanced—now the sunlight comes from lower down in the south and has a brighter more direct light on things—
Sunday, September 29, 2013
The countryside continues to cause us to marvel.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
A vibrant whirring from behind and above the shed announced the flight of blackbirds, probably assembling for the Autumnal flight south—
Friday, September 27, 2013
This is my beauty—all the beauty I wish for: the love of this nature around my home...I find no sympathetic beauty in the sky I have not lived under. The Elysian fields are not at the ends of the earth—they are here at my feet.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
When I learn that my weakest moment is when I feel confident of my strength, then I may begin to conquer.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
At city line – missed [the bus] by 15 minutes – start to walk – dreamy & curst the loss of the afternoon walking along filled with regrets over all the past misdeeds & mistakes of my life
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
got to work on the “Sept. Road” idea... bringing it to a conclusion, working in the manner of an “on the spot” outdoor sketch. Bertha thought it a “beauty.”
Monday, September 23, 2013
Yesterday I heard a pounding while at work. It was frighteningly deep + hollow, seeming to come from the depths of the earth.