Charles E. Burchfield in his own words
From the age of seventeen until the end of his life, American watercolor painter Charles E. Burchfield wrote in journals that chronicled his artistic and intellectual development. These journals reveal much about his unique vision, love of nature and gift for writing. Burchfield’s passion for writing could not be contained in the journals alone. Throughout his career, his moods, ideas and personal critiques were also recorded on thousands of scraps of paper and studies for paintings as well as in letters to family, friends and colleagues. His complex and layered visual language points to a complex human being. The inner triumphs, struggles and ambitions of his career are reflected and recorded in his own words and serve as an inspiration for all.
Monday, March 30, 2020
"A brilliant day; a few blinding clouds across the blue..."
Sunday, March 29, 2020
After breakfast as we were getting ready to go food shopping, Bertha called my attention to a great number of bees that were hovering at the east side of the garage...
Saturday, March 28, 2020
Inconsequential activity in the studio. Scrubbing out apple trees in a small water color made in 1932 (of the square house with tower on Clinton near Bowen Rd) – When the too-dense trees were removed, the house gained in power.
Friday, March 27, 2020
I was dreaming I had been forsaken by all my beloved and sat by a stream in the woods in misery, when a bluebird fluttered up strangely tame & sat on my knee...
Thursday, March 26, 2020
At afterglow time To Bentley’s – Pipers – woods + frogs in the glassy ponds – In the twilight woods – a leaf whistle –
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
At late afternoon, the fire has rushed on, leaving burning stumps on the hillside like torches - ; the rain-gloom has covered the sky with vivid flattened lights –
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
To look at “Genesee St. Bldg.” – I realize it is almost time to get to work on this picture – make a few studies...
Monday, March 23, 2020
"...This poem almost perfectly describes to-day – a wild stormy day, with cold winds, whirling snow and wild cloudy skies. At night the clouds disappeared and left the cold starry sky overhead."
Sunday, March 22, 2020
Decided to send the “Late Winter Radiance” to the B.S.A. + Patteran show at the gallery – Put it in a frame and sealed it.
Saturday, March 21, 2020
I thought, as I squatted on my heels, and gazed in the warm amber colored water with its teeming life, that if one could but read it aright, this little watery world would hold the whole secret of the universe.