Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
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.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Never should the artist adopt an artificial formula that has been evolved by some other man, and superimpose it on nature.