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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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upon my part to attend these openings, and since it was time I was having another stomach check, plans included a trip to New York by way of Rochester. In New York, the gallery officials went forward with their arrangements which even included a broadcast over W.O.R. I was to be introduced for a travel sketch interview.
There was really no time or opportunity for a reaction from the first exhibition because the second had to be pushed right through. So I continued to soar on high for yet a while longer. These were also two large oils that had to be finished while I was in an exuberant and enthusiastic mood. They had to be captured in the original feverish state of mind. Moreover the stomach wasn't being at all managed and had me quite distraught. In fact it was quite impossible to keep it tucked out of sight for any time at all before it popped back up again to buckle me.
It was under these trying circumstances that my second New York exhibit was undertaken and assembled from among my sketches for gallery showing. I hated awfully to take the originals from their logical order out of my pile of sketch-books, but there was nothing else to do. At length they were arranged, mounted, numbered, titled and catalogued - one hundred and forty-six in all - and I was off to Rochester. The managing of the packing and the shipping was left to the uncomplaining Dean who is always an obliging hand at packing my canvases back and forth, to this and that place, here and there.
This seemed to close an era of immense physical agitation and struggle and unease; a period of intense mental gymnastics. It was an interval in my life that could never be repeated, could moreover never be reproduced. I could never dare to hope to duplicate a like period of feverish need and execution. It has been marked supposedly by an era of readjustment, a complete

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upon my part to attend these openings, and since it was time I was having another stomach check, plans included a trip to New York by way of Rochester. In New York, the gallery officials went forward with their arrangements which even included a broadcast over W.O.R. I was to be introduced for a travel sketch interview. There was really no time or opportunity for a reaction from the first exhibition because the second had to be pushed right through. So I continued to soar on high for yet a while longer. These were also two large oils that had to be finished while I was in an exuberant and enthusiastic mood. They had to be captured in the original feverish state of mind. Moreover the stomach wasn't being at all managed and had me quite distraught. In fact it was quite impossible to keep it tucked out of sight for any time at all before it popped back up again to buckle me. It was under these trying circumstances that my second New York exhibit was undertaken and assembled from among my sketches for gallery showing. I hated awfully to take the originals from their logical order out of my pile of sketch-books, but there was nothing else to do. At length they were arranged, mounted, numbered, titled and catalogued - one hundred and forty-six in all - and I was off to Rochester. The managing of the packing and the shipping was left to the uncomplaining Dean who is always an obliging hand at packing my canvases back and forth, to this and that place, here and there. This seemed to close an era of immense physical agitation and struggle and unease; a period of intense mental gymnastics. It was an interval in my life that could never be repeated, could moreover never be reproduced. I could never dare to hope to duplicate a like period of feverish need and execution. It has been marked supposedly by an era of readjustment, a complete