Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Friday, January 17, 2014
January moonlit night—it has been thawing and raining for several days—the creek is full to its banks—rushing headlong—
Thursday, January 16, 2014
The art student that should be, and is so rare, is the one whose life is spent in the love and culture of his personal sensations, the cherishing of his emotions, never undervaluing them...
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
At sundown a pale smooth cold blue – grey bank of cloud came up out of the west
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
The January gale is abroad again today – at noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shines like a star –
Monday, January 13, 2014
On our return home a heavy wet snow was falling. Just as we neared the corner of Rose and Fourth, there was a flash of lightning and clap of thunder from out of the heavy clouds above.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
In the middle of the night, we both agreed we had had enough, we decided to see if we could get seats on a plane today. I called them soon after we were up, and got seats on the 6:45.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Working on the studio — repairing the gas stove vent & cleaning out the sky-light trough – Mean, discouraging work –
Friday, January 10, 2014
On a grey day with snow on the ground the brightest light comes from the ground—
Thursday, January 9, 2014
To an artist, a hatch of sunlight (from an opening in the clouds) glowing over a snow-covered meadow, is of more importance than a knowledge of the charmed composition of the sun or its significance in our galaxy.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
a dream of starting out to sketch when it was yet winter