A warm windy day - languor and aimlessness hold me powerless. A thought on my walk: an artist’s worth is determined by whether he can create under trying circumstances – and after all, what is wrong? There is no real reason for these fits of melancholy and self-doubt that assail me and render me impotent – everything is all right, I am alive and well, and have the leisure to create – what then, is the matter with me? On my return from my walk, I play Opus 131 of Beethoven – it seemed more beautiful & powerful to me than ever.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, May 9, 1935