Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Friday, August 9, 2013
You are completely dead—devoid of any emotional attitude towards nature—wake up—be bold, make caricatures & conventionalizations.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Sunday morning I spent in doing some studies for the hunt picture; but at noon when I went out to dinner, I knew indoor work was over for the day
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
It struck me that solitary plants or trees etc, were as much natural phenomena as a storm on a sunset + worth making pilgrimages to see.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
After all it is this song—this crescendo, which is like the wind, now soft & then loud that is truly expressive of this season...
Sunday, August 4, 2013
... Pal looked for Red. He became almost frantic going from one door to another, and then going to Sally and just begging her to either produce Red or tell him where he was. It was really pathetic.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Exaggerate dkning of Trees to blk at top with a white outline next it –Trees have a lacy edge at sunset time – at twilight, they commence to thicken —
Friday, August 2, 2013
Presently the moon came up and added mystery to the woods and fields. Fireflies came forth and began floating lazily around. And indeed this was the best part for me—they mystery of the night in the woods.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Sky is big & broad, fields are unending — all things cry out to the mind — ‘Expand, Expand! Grow!’
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
The last week was Indian Summer. I have lost something.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
The pulsating insect Chorus of Autumn commenced tonight.