Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
I had an odd dream of a rainstorm this morning. I was at home and as I saw it approaching, I was ever on the point of running for my sketch book but never did, fascinated as I was.
Monday, January 14, 2013
I wandered over barren hills on a warm January night – I cried out to my Creator in the agony of my base worthlessness – a mysterious presence comforted me from out of the air –
Sunday, January 13, 2013
We have been having real old-fashioned winter these days. Thursday night we all went to the picture-show.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
To Albright School – icy driving. Only four showed up (Solowski, Barrett, Levitt & Sulz). I am both angered and bored and embarrassed.
Friday, January 11, 2013
The analytical mind kills poetry. The rainbow was a supernatural event until someone explained it that falling rain broke up the sunlight into colors. Yet it is ignorance not to know it.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Sparrows, I have just found out, are sometimes given over to quarreling. Yesterday and today, I have not put crumbs on the sill as the window was frozen tight...
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
I think that I am standing on the brink of an abyss of stagnant mire-or are my feel already sunken?
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Every so often, I pass thru a period of despising my locale, and longing for either new, more, romantic & picturesque scenes, or for the old remembered haunts in Ohio...
Monday, January 7, 2013
In one of my imaginings today, I was making a trip thru the mountains en route to the Pacific, and suddenly it came to my mind to imagine a thunderstorm in the mountains; at once I saw this.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
...all you can hope is that the artists will sometimes again turn their attention back to humanity and the world of nature.