Charles Burchfield, Journals, July 26, 1915

Last night and this morning such a mood of depression overwhelmed me that seemed impossible to bear – at evening during the walk home in the wind and sunlight, it seemed suddenly to lift and my hour’s sketching up in the fields was most fruitful – Indeed and this morning only the thought of the work I must create made life have an excuse for enduring -

What true poetry about a freight whistle!It is inexpressible.

It seems at times I should be a composer of sounds, not only of rhythms & colors –

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 26, 1915