-1921 – Moved to Buffalo –April 1925 – Moved to 3574 Clinton St. West Seneca, NY. -September 1928 – Built studio. -January/February 1929 – Frank K. M. Rehn Galleries, New York, NY begins to represent him. -August 1, 1929 – Quit working at M.H. Birge & Sons Company (wallpaper company). -Summer 1930 – Moved studio on concrete foundation farther back in lot. -1959/60 – Made repairs and alterations to the house, garage, studio and yard. Attached additional room and storage shed to the studio. -January 10, 1967 –Burchfield passed away. -August 1970 – Bertha Burchfield sold the home & studio to the nextdoor neighbors, Albarella’s.
“Let my studio be hallowed by large adventurous thoughts; and a feeling of security and isolation from the banalities of life; by dreams, and bold imaginings.” – -Charles E. Burchfield, November 17, 1933.
-Paintings of the Studio-
East Wind and Winter Sun, 1951
East Wind and Winter Sun, 1951
Standing in the back of the property overlooking the back of the studio, home and the Albarella's.
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Winter Sunlight and Shadow, 1946
Corner of garage and front of studio. Orchard Avenue is towards the back.
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The Studio, 1942
Back of the studio. Six panel custom made dormer for painting. On the left is the rear outbuilding that was later added on to the studio.
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The Artist's Studio, 1941
Back of the studio and side of the shed. Burchfield later had this shed attached to the studio for more room to make his picture frames. Notice the custom made 6-panel skylight dormer.
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Heading Wild Geese and Poplars, 1956
Rear of the studio windows. Burchfield had a gas furnace in the attic crawl space with other painting supplies. The second floor is still visible.
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View of Garden Plants beyond Fence, 1937
This view of canna lilies is standing on the front porch of the studio looking towards to back of Burchfield's home.
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Night Scene, 1935
Front right of the studio.
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The Doorway, 1929
Inside the studio looking out the front door. Peep the Albarella's chicken coop.
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October Outside, 1963
Looking out the front door of the studio. Notice the reflection in the window of the door The original door is in the basement in the home.
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Pussy Willows, 1936
Inside the studio with the front door shut. The back of the Albarella's chicken coop is visible.
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Still-Life in Winter, 1951
Inside the studio looking out the front window. The back of Burchfield's house is visible. Burchfield later covered this window with shelving units.
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Winter Bouquet, 1933
Side windows of the studio looking to the Cottrell's garage and house. Notice the skylight above.
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Cannas and Studio (Canna Bed), 1931
Front of the studio.
Cannas, 1922
Cannas, 1922
“It is raining – how truly divine is such an event in June – everything bespeaks the presence of God.
For a while, it is pleasant to just sit in the studio, with the window open, and listen to the falling rain. After a while, it seemed urgent to get closer to it, so I went out and sat down on the foot-mat on my door stoop. Here I was protected by the little porch, yet it seemed as if I were actually in the rain. I was amused to see how, here and there, grass blades were hit squarely by raindrops, flattened by the blow, and springing back quickly.
Slowly the beauty of the young cannas, seen thru the porch railing forced itself upon me, and without having planned it, I was soon at work on them, not ceasing until after five.”
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 17, 1937
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June Morning, 1937-43
Back right corner of the studio looking into the Albarella's backyard and St. John's steeple. Notice the start of the walking path.
“In studio – By now, I realize that my work on the Two Hollows picture Saturday has gone far toward solving the picture’s many complex problems, and I feel the urge to go on with it some more. The very fact that there seems little chance of selling pictures until the war is over seems to be a release to me, and I feel free to work on a picture like this, which would neither, even in normal times, increase my standing with the critics, or find a purchaser. Since no pictures of any kind are being bought, I might as well paint entirely for myself. This is what an artist ought to do under any circumstances, but it is not as easy as it sounds. I feel that my best, most original work is in the field of nature, the change of seasons, and weather; yet the art world generally does not recognize this.” – -Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 29, 1943.
-Past Photography of the Studio-
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Charles Burchfield standing at the studio's doorway.
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Charles Burchfield standing in front of the studio. May 1942.
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Charles Burchfield outside his studio. October 2, 1955.
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Front of the studio. 1963.
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Front of the studio.
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Charles Burchfield sitting inside of the studio.
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Charles Burchfield inside of this studio.
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Charles Burchfield painting inside of his studio.
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Charles Burchfield painting inside of his studio.
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Inside of Charles Burchfield's studio.
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Charles Burchfield painting inside of his studio.
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Charles Burchfield painting inside of his studio. Note the skylight above.
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Charles Burchfield sitting at the back of the studio.
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Charles and Martha Burchfield inside of the studio.
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Inside of Charles Burchfield's studio.
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“I’ve painted almost everything you can see from the studio windows,” Burchfield said in 1953. “One of my ambitions is some day to collect all of the pictures again. Then I would have an exhibit called “From My Backyard”. – -Charles E. Burchfield
-Present Photography of the Studio-
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“It is raining – how truly divine is such an event in June – everything bespeaks the presence of God.
For a while, it is pleasant to just sit in the studio, with the window open, and listen to the falling rain. After a while, it seemed urgent to get closer to it, so I went out and sat down on the foot-mat on my door stoop. Here I was protected by the little porch, yet it seemed as if I were actually in the rain. I was amused to see how, here and there, grass blades were hit squarely by raindrops, flattened by the blow, and springing back quickly.
Slowly the beauty of the young cannas, seen thru the porch railing forced itself upon me, and without having planned it, I was soon at work on them, not ceasing until after five.”