Charles E. Burchfield in his own words

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 26, 1962

    Sunday, July 26, 2020

    By late afternoon the skies were clearing, brilliant sunshine flooded the landscape – and there were spectacular cloud effects of ravishing beauty that filled me with happiness and despair at the same time.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 25, 1949

    Saturday, July 25, 2020

    Another thunderstorm in the night.First light of dawn at 3:00.A.M. drive to “Minnesota Point”—Sand–dunes—finding the wild sweet peas of my childhood

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 24, 1916

    Friday, July 24, 2020

    I thought the days of the black moons were passing but today is blacker than before — the cicada has commenced...

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals July 23, 1914

    Thursday, July 23, 2020

    Nature herself will not admit of a partial love—you must give yourself to her entirely and when you do so, you will find that Nature will more than meet you halfway.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 22, 1951

    Wednesday, July 22, 2020

    Drive in the country – thru Boston & back to Hamburg by way of Zimmerman Rd. The landscape bathed in thick sunlit fog and mist after the heavy rain last night.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 21, 1951

    Tuesday, July 21, 2020

    A.M. – Writing up the Denver log – P.M. – Painting back of the “pavilion” – Wild sweet peas around a fence-post. Late P.M. Car delivered all fixed...

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, July 20, 1915

    Monday, July 20, 2020

    "...I am terrified that I view nature with such lassitude..."

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 19, 1962

    Sunday, July 19, 2020

    On a first hearing it sounded almost as if all of his music out put into a meat-grinder, mixed thoroughly and then presented as one composition.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 18, 1940

    Saturday, July 18, 2020

    Looking out of a window I saw the sky was covered with a strange cloud formation, such as I had never seen before — I cannot now describe it, in a way to show why it seemed so wonderful to me, except that it was sort of a mackerel sky, lit up by a glowing gray light.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 17, 1951

    Friday, July 17, 2020

    A.M. letters & cutting lawn- P.M. – to Three Rod road – David parks his car at our place & goes with me - run out of gas just beyond the Marilla road. Able to back down by gravity...