Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Monday, May 27, 2013
... I arranged myself and paraphernalia on some rocks to sketch the Three Trees. As I sat I seemed to become a part of the wind-blown grass and to be carried along in space.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Black windshot trees bending against it, with a flutter of white going across them; lightened by suns afterglow – later white moon, dk blue sky, black black windy trees –
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Reading in [an] article by Brown where he mentions the village atheist’s grave being decked by wildflowers that do not grow on orthodox graves.
Friday, May 24, 2013
A brisk, cool sunshiny morning…I plant the wild-flowers we got Sunday and spread some of the rotten wood around them. This was a fine thing—The feel and the smell of the rotten wood was exhilarating.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Keller showed and explained the different movements in art from the Old Masters down thru impressionism, pointillism, futurism, cubism and even beyond--metaphysical sensations as Eastman termed them.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Now that I am here I cannot tell what is in the wind -and this is indeed its greatest charm, like the woman in love-stories. Oh the pleasure of lying on a wind buffeted hill, hours of dreamy idleness!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I ate lunch by the side of a woods. The songs of cicadas & the sun rays filtering down thru a cobwebby dead hemlock. (Few things are more lovely)
Monday, May 20, 2013
Thinking of the harbor life, and its leisurely character, it seems as tho work in one of the elevators would have none of the grimness that I associate with modern industry.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
...then, via thruway to Upton Hall for one “last” look – Don there, as well as Earl Woffgruber, Bob McPh. [possibly McPherson] + his family. Later Edna L. [Lindemann]
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Dreamt last night our house was situated in a marsh-like place – I was younger / I went down under the house