The ice-storm has transformed everything- a 3/8” crust on the snow. A fresh dampness to the air.
My spirit is dead, I have no impulse to paint and my picture (Fading Winter Sun) seems all wrong.
The playing (Saturday night) by the Boston Symphony of Stravinsky’s Petrouchka Fair Scenes, impelled me this A.M. to play the complete version by Stokowski. Each time I hear it, I am struck anew by its sheer power of originality. It is a work of pure brilliant genius. It will never grow old.
Charles E. Burchfield, February 27, 1946