Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 29, 1934

Working these last few days again on frames; it is hard work, but at times enjoyable. Even the mechanical uncreative parts, such as rubbing with sand-paper or using the rasp are a physical pleasure, like walking or swimming. But sometimes doubt comes over me; I question the advisability of giving over so much time to merely frames — ought I not be painting? At night then, I dream of great pictures I should be doing, or else my old teachers are reproaching me for not spending my time at painting, and I awake with a start, and lie sleepless till dawn, worrying about the whole matter. When broad day comes, regrets seem to fade, and I tackle the frames with renewed energy.

Arthur, chiefly, but sometimes Catherine come and beg to be allowed to “work” in the studio with me. When Arthur has that look of appeal on his face mingled with doubt as to his reaction, there is little I can refuse him, and in he comes, and soon is busy with the file and rasp. Seldom do either of them [35] care to make any definite thing, it is enough merely to be busy making sawdust. Sometimes the din all three of us make is terrific, but there is a camaraderie about it all that is very precious. As the confusion of sawdust, chips and other debris mounts, I think, I must call a halt. I must not let me think they own the place, but almost at once comes the fear what if they would lose their interest and not want to be with me, would not that be worse? I arranged a work-bench & accessories in the play-house for Arthur, but he does not like to work alone; he has to have companionship–

Charles E. Burchfield, August 29, 1934