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Eve Drewelowe autobiographical writing, 1980s

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A Hilltop "Love of A Studio". . . . . .
I had a love of a Studio tucked under the pitched roof and atop the French Provincial stone mansion that I had built of 626 Thirteen Street upon our return from "the VOYAGE." Do you recall our great exploration Experience? Our "Once-Upon-A-Time" voyage through space with the feel of movement in infinity around this wonderfully eye-st[r]etching, incredibly planet of ours which we so provocatively inhabit.
From the great plate-glass window looking out to the east "I was able to see FOREVER" . . . . . A brick chimney shooting up from its groundings penetrates the four story edifice - the large three dimensional studio space - it opens to a designed one-of-a-kind stone fireplace. Always toasty warm and private, this studio provided perfect conditions for unintterrupted concentrations. A hide-away to which noone would both to climb the steps. At all times I felt freely comfortable to leave my work spread out and readily available to another day with its opportunities and antics - paritory? efforts [?and ahead?] without fear of disturbance or the loss of a beat! I could leave my though[ts] lying out in the open on the table. It was this studio - my addition to my profession - that was in ESSENCE, the catalyst that held me together during weeks of interior trouble. 
I must pinch myself to remember, to truly believe all the many happy fulfilling hours of productive painting this studio environment provided for me [with?] Yet the hours did not supply enough minutes. . . . Never was there time! . . . . I was always forced to stretch one minute to cover the work of two, the duty of two, and yet this was inadequate to satisfy an insatiable motivation!
Fervent nostalgia grips me now with an almost speechless emotional impact. . . . . 
Presumably "The Band Played On"
L[?] [?] 21 december 1987

Please insert above * I could even leave my thoughts lying out on the table of this Out-of-This-World-Atop of the World - atelier without concern of disruption or destruction. Now I have nothing except deprivation?, a blank roommate and the center of the floor. . . .

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A Hilltop "Love of A Studio". . . . . . I had a love of a Studio tucked under the pitched roof and atop the French Provincial stone mansion that I had built of 626 Thirteen Street upon our return from "the VOYAGE." Do you recall our great exploration Experience? Our "Once-Upon-A-Time" voyage through space with the feel of movement in infinity around this wonderfully eye-st[r]etching, incredibly planet of ours which we so provocatively inhabit. From the great plate-glass window looking out to the east "I was able to see FOREVER" . . . . . A brick chimney shooting up from its groundings penetrates the four story edifice - the large three dimensional studio space - it opens to a designed one-of-a-kind stone fireplace. Always toasty warm and private, this studio provided perfect conditions for unintterrupted concentrations. A hide-away to which noone would both to climb the steps. At all times I felt freely comfortable to leave my work spread out and readily available to another day with its opportunities and antics - paritory? efforts [?and ahead?] without fear of disturbance or the loss of a beat! I could leave my though[ts] lying out in the open on the table. It was this studio - my addition to my profession - that was in ESSENCE, the catalyst that held me together during weeks of interior trouble. I must pinch myself to remember, to truly believe all the many happy fulfilling hours of productive painting this studio environment provided for me [with?] Yet the hours did not supply enough minutes. . . . Never was there time! . . . . I was always forced to stretch one minute to cover the work of two, the duty of two, and yet this was inadequate to satisfy an insatiable motivation! Fervent nostalgia grips me now with an almost speechless emotional impact. . . . . Presumably "The Band Played On" L[?] [?] 21 december 1987 Please insert above * I could even leave my thoughts lying out on the table of this Out-of-This-World-Atop of the World - atelier without concern of disruption or destruction. Now I have nothing except deprivation?, a blank roommate and the center of the floor. . . .