Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Saturday, January 26, 2013
So I told the remark Du Bois [erased and covered with ???] once made about my work ‘Burchfield is only Hopper on a rainy day’ –
Friday, January 25, 2013
There have been many explanations of dreams, most of them futile; my own has been simply that previous experiences or thoughts, uncontrolled by the conscious mind, run riot in sleep...
Thursday, January 24, 2013
As I was shaving -- in the bathroom, after school I happened to look out of the window. The sun was just falling into a yellow and orange mist - not a red or yellow disc but a fiery ball of gold.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
When I went out to the studio to check on the furnace (which yesterday had failed to operate, the temperature in the studio being 34) – it was into a fantastically beautiful world . . .
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
All night the wind howled thru the skylight - 11:00 a.m. walk after breakfast to Jersey street towards the lake - a terrific wind - loose scattered masses of flying clouds - southeast sunlight -
Monday, January 21, 2013
To-day was a typical winter day; in the morning, I awoke in a cold sunshiny air; it was cold and the wind was blowing hard.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Growing stale is not so much in forgetting ideas but in losing the youthful vigour to consider them worth dying for—
Saturday, January 19, 2013
...I admire Leonardo, Titian, Michelangelo, although Michelangelo seems like something a little more distant from me than some of the others.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Viewed absolutely every aspect of nature is beautiful.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
...I love the approach of winter, the retreat of winter, the change from snow to rain & vice-versa; the decay of vegetation; and the resurgence of plant-life in the spring —