Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 24, 1942
Saturday, November 23, 2013
... Afterward I went to a movie to kill time. It was thoroughly stupid, and I was glad when I finally lay down in my berth and homeward bound.
Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 28, 1915
Saturday, November 23, 2013
The yellow butterfly which I warmed by breathing on it—Coming home—an Elysian remote feeling—High wind in trees—
Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 25, 1963
Friday, November 22, 2013
One commentator put it well—he said that with the death of President Kennedy, a part of each of us, has died. I think this is true.
Charles Burchfield, Jounals, November 19, 1963
Thursday, November 21, 2013
At midmorning, a rarely beautiful sight—a jet-plane, with white trail, speeding across the northern sky from east to west—
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Vol. 32, February 14, 1919
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
He had been out walking and had committed some thoughtless transgression against the laws of the woodlands. Perhaps it was that he had unwittingly failed to look at the first wild flower, or had neglected a bird song.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 17, 1933
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Let my studio be hallowed by large adventurous thoughts; and a feeling of security and isolation from the banalities of life; by dreams, and bold imaginings...
Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 17, 1952
Monday, November 18, 2013
It was just in such a neighborhood I grew up in—and it is the commonplace things I have loved and will always love.
Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 17, 1941
Sunday, November 17, 2013
The sun had disappeared behind the wooded edge of a hill to the S.W. – I took a walk in that direction thru a swamp, and scrubby woods –
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Vol. 44, November 16-24, 1942
Saturday, November 16, 2013
The Metropolitan “Artists for Victory” jury meeting….Many times, when there were long stretches of dull pictures, I had to fight sleep.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 24, 1919
Friday, November 15, 2013
The faithful interpretation of natural truths should be a matter of religion—even a bud on a twig wrongly placed would be a sin—An artist should make all the physical acts of his everyday life conform to the laws of nature—
