Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
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’ –).
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Going down into a deep valley I came to what I last year named the “Twin Hollows.” Two deep hollows from the east came together at this point and formed one.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
This morning I went out to get some fresh air - fresh air, delicious air; never was the air so pure and clear as it was all day to-day . . . most wonderful of all was the wind -
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
But still, I know that the end of 1959 is going to be remembered by us, as a period of a miraculous phenomenon, of over-powering beauty.