Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

34. and walks on winter night (sic) under clear starry skies regret fills my heart, that all that is done for.

                   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 a 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 merely to 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 reception, there is little I can refuse him, and in he comes, and soon is busy with file and rasp. Seldom do either of them