Thinking of an artist who yearns to compose wonderful music, yet what he sees with his eyes is the overwhelming instinct – he fancies himself blinded by some accident which causes him to turn perforce to music – he almost covets such a circumstance. As I came home tonight over the country road in the damp dusk I heard such music in my mind, as he might compose.
Charles Burchfield's Journals
January 27, 1917