Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
This morning I went out to get some fresh air - fresh air, delicious air; never was the air so pure and clear as it was all day to-day . . . most wonderful of all was the wind -
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
But still, I know that the end of 1959 is going to be remembered by us, as a period of a miraculous phenomenon, of over-powering beauty.
Monday, March 25, 2013
At one of the hollows I saw some crows alight for the first time anywhere near me.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
How it all became suddenly vivid—the raw gray days in March, the calls of blue-birds, the dripping water from ice covered banks.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
P. M. Out Ellsworth Road, sketching – terrific high, wind looming clouds– Bluebirds & singing of telegraph wires – Host of redwings while I was in a gale on a hill painting the sun & clouds —
Friday, March 22, 2013
Even in the very heart of this steel town with its rows of identical sooty houses and steel mills with their tall black chimneys, [it] seemed only full of glamour and mystery...
Thursday, March 21, 2013
About four o'clock this morning I woke up. Bright moonlight was streaming in the windows; I got up and looked out; it was a weird scene of ghostly moonlight, dark sky and shadowy earth.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Spring 'officially' arrived this evening - such artificial seasonal divisions are meaningless. Spring arrives when it arrives;
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
A beautiful, perfect winter night – the moon in the full – so bright that the mountains are barely visible – the snow creaks under our feet…
Monday, March 18, 2013
Noon is powerful - wind-whirled clouds dancing across the morning sun, edges quivering with March fire