Charles Burchfield, Journals, February 7, 1962

A dream – in an old, very large farm-house, getting into a large Victorian black walnut bed outside a birds nest build in the corner of the eaves where an ill joined main part of the house – as I looked out, a blue bird came and alighted on the edge of the nest with a worm in its beak; at once a clamor arose in the nest – in some way I was able to look down into it, and there were five young birds, not as blue as the parent bird, but a mixture of barred gray and blue.*

Cold, sunny, temp. +8°. A.M. in studio; worked on 1940 drawing adding a little subdued color – (Title – Windy, Winter Night). Then I tackled the Two Ravines sketch again, and finally whipped it into some sort of shape. The rest of the day spent in mounting the drawings that were ready.

Tired beyond all reason – is it the diabetes? And yet (foolishly I suppose) I dread the changeover to injections.

Evening after our usual diversions, worked some on “a statement of artistic aims” for Nordness.

Bedtime music – Mozart’s Symphony #40 – probably it is his greatest – combining beautiful musical thoughts with perfection in form.

*As I came out of the studio at four o’clock I surprised a robin which had been on the ground close to the building.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, February 7, 1962