Charles E. Burchfield in his own words

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 5, 1914

    Monday, August 5, 2019

     A silver poplar on Garfield is studded with white blossoms. A mirage? No - the breeze has only ceased for an instant.

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, August 4, 1962

    Sunday, August 4, 2019

    I was all “primed” to paint in the studio, but the lure of truancy was too much – I suggested taking our lunch out to the Maples on the Townsend Road, and Bertha was all for it – 

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Vol. 55, August 3, 1954

    Saturday, August 3, 2019

    Last night about 10:30 – I got up & went out the marigold bed, hoping to catch the night worms that have been defoliating them – Caught four more – / When I got back in bed, I heard the first tree-crickets.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 4, 1914

    Friday, August 2, 2019

    And so do my impressions of childhood evade me. Of late there have been rare instances when childhood impressions would flash across my mind—it is not that I wish to go back, or mourn for the past. I only wish I might look at nature new as I did then, with a mind steeped in fairy talesmore

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 1, 1914

    Thursday, August 1, 2019

    Beautiful colors in a fire Rich blue + violet in glowing embers.

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 31, 1954

    Wednesday, July 31, 2019

    Got out the “Bearded Hills” (1931) – and studied it –

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, July 30, 1914

    Tuesday, July 30, 2019

    Wind still continues from N.E.  The wind that suggested icy fields & scenes is being tempered now by sweeping of hot dry wheat stubble field...

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 28-30, 1962

    Sunday, July 28, 2019

    *Stopped at the Great Elm – one of the ladies busy in the yard – we talked about the tree; I promised to give them a photograph of my painting of it – 

  • Charles Burchfield, Journals, July 29, 1914

    Saturday, July 27, 2019

    These clouds are fine types of windy day clouds.... The sky is an intense chalky blue, and the sun, itself dazzlingly bright, is intensified by the lividly white edge of the clouds

  • Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 28, 1944

    Friday, July 26, 2019

    "Trip to “The Gowanda Country"...A day that was beautiful in every detail from first to last, and one in which I felt the wonder of nature as if it were newly created (as indeed it is perennially) and yet somehow I cannot put it down on paper. I feel lacking.