Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Friday, April 19, 2013
This evening there was a wonderful sunset. The clouds themselves were interesting to watch - they were so odd and drifting and misty.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
I leave the studio door open to let the sounds of a spring evening come in...The various noises of the village--a dog barks--
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Cottonwoods are suddenly massed with long catkins; wave in wind – sunlit – A streaky sky at late afternoon – misty yellow afterglow – Blinding white moon with blue around it
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
I will never travel to "outer" space but I have in a measure brought the stars and constellations to me. To me, they are not remote or forbidding, but something to love.
Monday, April 15, 2013
I found the hepaticas in bloom here, in that miraculous stage, when the buds, fully developed, still hang their heads shyly. I dug the one plant of pink ones, to take home...
Sunday, April 14, 2013
I saw the sun rise over a valley, before me a splashing waterfall – The town throws a light on the sky, which lights up the dusty road –
Saturday, April 13, 2013
...the only time that I ever felt anything like the magnificent feeling Melville gives expression to was the evening of the day I rode from Cleveland to Salem on my wheel [bicycle] and sank down on a bank to rest at eventide...
Friday, April 12, 2013
I went out-doors for a few moments just before Mother and Frances went downtown. A typical August night. Cool, uncomfortably so. Dark starry sky with the milky way unusually clear...
Thursday, April 11, 2013
How I despise the Americans who prefer 18th century French landscapes to healthy American 20th century scenes...
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
The white sun sent long blue black shadow over the frosty earth + slivers of gold light ran up the tree trunks Chippy sparrow sings again - Vibration of sky in depths of sunlit tree –