Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
The white sun sent long blue black shadow over the frosty earth + slivers of gold light ran up the tree trunks Chippy sparrow sings again - Vibration of sky in depths of sunlit tree –
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
...eighteen years ago on a Sunday, I was born...Everything conspired to make it a day after my own heart.
Monday, April 8, 2013
During the storm as I was bringing the clothes back, I saw a big hop-toad in the middle of the side-walk, and after supper when we were watching the lightning, we could hear either frogs or toads...
Sunday, April 7, 2013
...my whole being rushed out to embrace the harbor—a soft breeze blowing up the slip—How can I, (I thought) keep from working on the picture. So now I am getting deep into it...
Saturday, April 6, 2013
The search for a truth is better than the realization. North is an arbitrary term – It is the Pole that my imagination yearns for –
Friday, April 5, 2013
A colony of hepaticas near the road—The aroma of sun-baked leaves was heavenly— I said to Bertha I never would want to miss seeing the hepaticas in the woods every Spring...
Thursday, April 4, 2013
I wonder if I will ever be able to paint Spring – At this season my mind wanders in all directions – I cannot concentrate –
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
A vivid morn – rich vibrating green grass – slick sapling gleam white – shiny poplar – cat kin scales catch the sunlight turning the tree to a sprinkle of highlights -
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Early in the morning a fluffy snow was falling later after a series of blue holes in the sky, the sun burst forth and spattered white foam over the sky –
Monday, April 1, 2013
Endless sweep of cold overlapping clouds all day – at evening the sky splits and the sun burst thru in orange light – the robins ring. Late at night it was snowing.