Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 24, 1939

Another calm, sunshiny day, warmer.

A.M. gathering up wood in the backyard.  Song sparrows.

11:00 to Buffalo, to see about wills, and a couple of other errands.

P.M. aimless “fiddling around” – Late afternoon walk along the railroad.  Great ragged masses of chalky clouds spreading out over the sky.  Red wings.

Children with their kites.  A kite against a blue & white sunlit sky.

I am depressed and bored; I haven’t a single idea for painting and nothing seems worthwhile; in short, life seems insupportable.  How to combat these bleak moods, yet perversely I seem to want to steep myself more & more in them.  It is soul-destroying.

In my youth, there never was time enough to get painted the picture that thronged my mind; now I go for weeks and months sterile.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 24, 1939