Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 23, 1926
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Summer attains its greatest dignity & power in August. In this dignity & power exist simultaneously a sinister quality, and a deeply mystical one. On one hand in point of time, is the luxuriant beauty of full-growing things, on the other, the lucid romanticism of Autumn.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Volume 59, August 25, 1959
Monday, August 25, 2014
Had intended working on the “App. Highway”, but somehow switched to the “July Drought Sun” – As the afternoon progressed
Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 24, 1961
Sunday, August 24, 2014
I think of myself, artist-wise, as being a perfectly happy man, living in an environment that is exactly suited for me.
Autograph letter from Charles E. Burchfield to Lawrence A. Fleischman, Detroit, Michigan, March 17, 1956
Saturday, August 23, 2014
“Nighthawks” needs no comment I guess, I love to see them frolicking in the vanguard of a storm – I think they must use the swirling eddies of wind as we do sliding places. How I envy them – if there were anything at all to the theory of evolution (which I doubt very much) … more
Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 19, 1916
Friday, August 22, 2014
In Painting, as much idea of the immensity of the sky can be given by showing a very small area as by showing a large amount.
Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 13, 1916
Thursday, August 21, 2014
I saw a new Nature today—It was more wild—less sophisticated than the sketches I have been making—
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals , August 20, 1938
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
An all side the cicadas & grasshoppers were starting their jarring rhythms. I had the pleasure of seeing an amphibian plane take off from the river below.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 19, 1942
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Yesterday and today, very warm humid weather, the air full of thick bluish white haze, the sky a brassy yellow. For an hour or so both morning and evening the sun a glowing ball of red, and at mid-day like melted brass, or gold.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 12, 1915
Monday, August 18, 2014
A wonderful dream I had early this morning. I was, as is my custom of watching the progress of the weather all day.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 17,1958
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Mart said when they went down to the train to meet him, there was no sign of him. They hurried upstairs and there he was, walking alone, lugging his big suitcase.
