Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
I miss the rattling swamp at sunset time when the birds are calling cozily twittering as if in lazy conversations.
Monday, May 6, 2013
A strange evil day - earth soggy -- heavy lowhanging mist clouds - twilight even at noon - Walking along wood walled road I heard a wood-thrush's song -
Sunday, May 5, 2013
.... However today I decided to introduce on of the breaks in the clouds shining thru with cobalt sky, which will add to the effect.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
I awoke about 7:00, and was annoyed to see the air full of flying snowflakes! (Later reports told of drifts 18” deep at Little Valley, necessitating the use of plows on the roads!)
Friday, May 3, 2013
1915 was the year that ideas came to me which were to haunt me the rest of my life; ideas and visions of paintings that were far beyond my ability or knowledge to carry out and still are...
Thursday, May 2, 2013
My little every day world is transformed. A while ago I sighed for new and strange scenes to conquer. Now the prospect of painting the most familiar tree or creek-bank is exciting.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Now the houses are lit up by the bright sun! A light frost-the train puffs like a giant sledge hammer and resounds against the houses from all sides till the air is full –
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Late at night as I lay in bed – the full moon behind the maple tree outside had a peculiar sultry glare about it such as I never saw before.
Monday, April 29, 2013
A few moments ago I heard someone beating a carpet. Perhaps they are a little premature in their vernal house-cleaning, but that does not rob the sound of its expressiveness.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
I became interested in the reliques of what might be termed our tag-end pioneer days...What chiefly interested me about them was their picturesqueness, and in some cases, quaint humor and romance of days departed.