Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Monday, August 19, 2013
All day on Sphinx & Milky Way — In the morning it went slow, but by afternoon, ideas began to flow, & I succeeded in painting in the moth, the nicotiana, & other minor parts. The work went well.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
End of the day music – last two movements of Ma Vlast and then the High Castle again –
Saturday, August 17, 2013
I find that my mind is more impressionable when I am divested of all my clothing. The same is true when we are alone in the fields.
Friday, August 16, 2013
I recalled how in childhood we used to amuse ourselves by sitting by a long white dusty road and watch[ing] the shadows march along in endless succession. We could see them coming...
Thursday, August 15, 2013
You Fool! For indulging in fruitless, cheap arrangements! Does the spring beauty worry how the buttercup grows?
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
I sat on a grassy bank by the road, with a wide spreading view to the west, a pasture and dense woods at my back. The day had subsided into a calm dreamy evening - vague misty.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
But oh - the sunset! Coming after the long dark day, an ordinary sunset... would have been thrice welcome. But to crown such a day with a sunset like tonights! –‘twas a wonderful act!
Monday, August 12, 2013
There is a beauty about a rainy day that is hard to express. There is a sort of rest + peacefulness about it. We seem nearer to the creator on such a day— the barriers have been let down.—
Sunday, August 11, 2013
– the waning moon high in the east, made all the trees tall, dark and mysterious –
Saturday, August 10, 2013
…There are few sounds, other than the wind in the tree-tops. One or two katydids. From a distance comes the song of a cicada.