Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
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.
Monday, July 29, 2013
What endears Delacroix's journal to me are notes like the following -
Sunday, July 28, 2013
A rather tiresome day – finally in desperation we drove over to Crowns for a snack – on our return we invited the R’s [Richters] for a visit and refreshments –
Saturday, July 27, 2013
It seems I cannot bear to leave my work alone any longer —In my day-dreaming I see all kinds of strange lands & hear strange music. This season is new to me again — The cricket chorus is strong —
Friday, July 26, 2013
The night wind blew a moonlight night across the land after the last light vanished. I dreamed of my future as I went along under the black wind-clattering trees—
Thursday, July 25, 2013
The air is full of aimless spiderwebs strands, glittering silken in the late afternoon sun, swayed here + there by a fitful breeze. By this means it is that spiders weave their webs across impossible places.