Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
Thursday, February 28, 2013
P.M. – a pleasant turn or two at the Gramophone shop playing records. I finally chose the following – “Because” from the Tempest (Sibelius)
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
There is the smell of earth in the air. I feel as if I must find a Hypatica somewhere. Lake beautiful - a wonderful luminous green in long stretching streaks uniting with the slate blue sky...
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
It was with great content that I sat here enveloped in the romance of March weather thinking of my family.
Monday, February 25, 2013
as I walk along I am amazed how each minute marking on every object is clearly shown - tree bark is as if just created; windows in houses glare
Sunday, February 24, 2013
The sky is such a wonderful blue that I fear I’ll miss some of its beauty if I do not gaze at it all the time.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Spring in February: patches of melted snow on sidewalks reflecting the heavenly blue of the sky-cavern above, the snow on both sides of the walk honey-combed slantingly by the brilliant sun
Friday, February 22, 2013
I felt a power in myself, and a confidence and independence — I am alone in the world, in my art — and it was good.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Down at work to while away the dreary hours, I enjoy my-self watching what little weather can be seen outside. The place that interests me most, is the little patch of western sky, which I can see from my position.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
The second of wonderful winter days...Today was a fairy day.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
The pale sun shines on the snow with a clear orange brassy color that I always associate with late February or early March-