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.
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Then comes the church bell and an inexpressibly sad mournful sound, recalling lonely feelings of childhood and black depths under trees by old forsaken churches –
Saturday, May 30, 2020
I became the mental wanderer again today — I traveled far —
Friday, May 29, 2020
A.M. Take Bertha to swamp, on way we stop to get a few plants- the woman voluble about her family troubles...
Thursday, May 28, 2020
A bitter cold day- A.M. to Varysburg & Wethersfield- too cold to get much. P.M. Home & take “catechumens” to Elma...
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Art passes his examination and is sworn in (today) into the Air Force. He will leave for San Antonio the night of June 1.
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
P.M. Take M.A. and Marie to Elma for catechism instruction. In the meantime I to little grove at end of Jamison road. The land slopes gently down to the west from this place...
Monday, May 25, 2020
"...I am always hurrying someplace at the critical point in a nature phenomena..."
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Dandelions a flood of golden yellow facing the sun –
Saturday, May 23, 2020
The evening is oppressively warm; this year’s Spring has developed too rapidly; a pall is over the sky; to the south a thunderstorm hangs motionless, spreading over the heavens in a huge gray expanse—
Friday, May 22, 2020
P.M. Bertha & I to Gowanda for [poke] greens. Arthur who had fallen and skinned his knee on the way home from school was permitted to go along, much to his delight...