Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, Vol. 25, August 24, 1915

A hot sultry morning—crimson sun on rising above the emerald earth, gleaming thru a leaf dotted tree—walk to Villa – all trees spattered with tiny green leaves. A wonderful feeling of whirling in the air—Buckeyes cast a shade—the filmy screen of leaves seems only a transitory veil that has been thrown over the trees—Blackbirds—I do not know what must become of me—while fired with the lofty enthusiasm of a picture I am painting all at once I am overcome with violent fearful desires  My whole body seems to gotten complete control of me, everything is upside down—

Charles E. Burchfield, August 24, 1915