Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
cicadas singing – the sunlight pouring down out of the vast hazy southeast, over a cobwebby wooded hillside
Monday, March 11, 2013
Bluebirds, the gay songsters of early March, fluttered here from fences and bushes, beautiful bits of bright blue singing their delightful “Chor-chor-chory! Chor-chor-chory!” with full throats.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
...I imagine all kinds of things. So far these pastimes have taken me everywhere, all over the world...My imagination has carried me to the moon, where I saw strange people...
Saturday, March 9, 2013
I was in our backyard at home — it had just been raining and the windy clouds were scattered over the sky?
Friday, March 8, 2013
I would like to be the embodiment of March — both in life & art—
Thursday, March 7, 2013
After supper I started on the two other posters but Louise and Edith persuaded me to play “500.” Fred had been playing but had gone upstairs mad, when Louise teased him about his freckles.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Evening to Party at School. Such events are as much a part of me no doubt as the poetry of nature yet belongs more to the physical world -
Monday, March 4, 2013
…A stream in early spring assumes a power and significance it never attains at any other season,
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Now, living in Gardenville and going back and forth to work on the bus—now is the time to live, to do my best work—these people are the most interesting people on the earth—the people I ride with.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
...it occurs to me that even doodles may be referred to as a drawing of a sort. In my case, doodling is a free exercise in abstraction, unpremeditated, and not a conscious expression...