Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Sunday, April 7, 2013
...my whole being rushed out to embrace the harbor—a soft breeze blowing up the slip—How can I, (I thought) keep from working on the picture. So now I am getting deep into it...
Saturday, April 6, 2013
The search for a truth is better than the realization. North is an arbitrary term – It is the Pole that my imagination yearns for –
Friday, April 5, 2013
A colony of hepaticas near the road—The aroma of sun-baked leaves was heavenly— I said to Bertha I never would want to miss seeing the hepaticas in the woods every Spring...
Thursday, April 4, 2013
I wonder if I will ever be able to paint Spring – At this season my mind wanders in all directions – I cannot concentrate –
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
A vivid morn – rich vibrating green grass – slick sapling gleam white – shiny poplar – cat kin scales catch the sunlight turning the tree to a sprinkle of highlights -
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Early in the morning a fluffy snow was falling later after a series of blue holes in the sky, the sun burst forth and spattered white foam over the sky –
Monday, April 1, 2013
Endless sweep of cold overlapping clouds all day – at evening the sky splits and the sun burst thru in orange light – the robins ring. Late at night it was snowing.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
The Easter egg hunt – A colorful beautiful sight – 100s of youngsters in vivid colored clothes – Seen though the screen of sumacs...their constant going back & forth made them seem like birds or butterflies
Saturday, March 30, 2013
I established firmly the great black North motif in the sky, with wind clouds, the largest of which is spewing forth snow-flurries –
Friday, March 29, 2013
Working on ‘Good Friday Mood’ with great gusto and assurance. A bitter mood. (I think I shall give it a non-committal title such as ‘April Mood’ –).