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Eve Drewelowe autobiographical writing, 1980s
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"My LOVE of a Studio" ATELIER I had a love of a studio under the pitched roof and atop of the French Provincial stone mansion I had built at 626 Thirteen Street upon our return from "THE VOYAGE." Remember our great inspirational experience? Our "Once upon a time" dream voyage of space and the feel of infinity around this incredible planet which we so provocatively inhabit. . . . . . From its great plate glass window to the east chimney looking out, "I could see FOREVER." [Its?] intimate stone fireplace, its memories now evoke please and overpowering joy. . . . . Always toasty warm, roomy and private, I could work in perfect concentration without fear of interruption. Noone would bother to climb the steps! I would feel freely comfortable to leave my work spread out to another days' anticipatorily efforts without thought of disturbance or the loss of a beat. . . It was I - I must pinch myself to believe this truth - who spent many, MANY happy fulfilling hours painting in this out-of-this world studio - - yet not nearly enough, never enough . . . . . never enough to satisfy an insatiable motivation[al?]. . . . . Fervent nostalgia grips me now in an almost speechless emotional impact. Presumably "The Band Played On." L[?] [?] 20 december 1989. Shoots up from its grounding footings in the basement through the four floors and roof. This Top of the World Atelier was after all my Love of a Studio. And I kept on grinding along! I could even leave my thoughts lying out on the table on top of the table of this perfect Hilltop Studio without concern of description or destruction.
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"My LOVE of a Studio" ATELIER I had a love of a studio under the pitched roof and atop of the French Provincial stone mansion I had built at 626 Thirteen Street upon our return from "THE VOYAGE." Remember our great inspirational experience? Our "Once upon a time" dream voyage of space and the feel of infinity around this incredible planet which we so provocatively inhabit. . . . . . From its great plate glass window to the east chimney looking out, "I could see FOREVER." [Its?] intimate stone fireplace, its memories now evoke please and overpowering joy. . . . . Always toasty warm, roomy and private, I could work in perfect concentration without fear of interruption. Noone would bother to climb the steps! I would feel freely comfortable to leave my work spread out to another days' anticipatorily efforts without thought of disturbance or the loss of a beat. . . It was I - I must pinch myself to believe this truth - who spent many, MANY happy fulfilling hours painting in this out-of-this world studio - - yet not nearly enough, never enough . . . . . never enough to satisfy an insatiable motivation[al?]. . . . . Fervent nostalgia grips me now in an almost speechless emotional impact. Presumably "The Band Played On." L[?] [?] 20 december 1989. Shoots up from its grounding footings in the basement through the four floors and roof. This Top of the World Atelier was after all my Love of a Studio. And I kept on grinding along! I could even leave my thoughts lying out on the table on top of the table of this perfect Hilltop Studio without concern of description or destruction.
Iowa Women’s Lives: Letters and Diaries
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