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

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sorting out, repiling and even revamping the values man usually lives by. his period can no more be repeated than can the black and white sketch book epoch - the nuclei of my second solo show in New York.
And thus ended a chapter of stormy, fevered unease, provoked by a great, tremendous, delirious creative outcropping. It was not possible to continue indefinitely at the same path. The pitch has been too high; the key too tense; too beyond the comfort of mortal man and his endeavor. AT least some of the ideas that were so wildly gyrating in my mind, that were not successful in being transferred to canvas had now been released. A new chapter is about to be pushed forward and be unfolded upon the stage. I wondered what this speech would be like and was eager for the action to begin. That was before I knew what it was to be like. I awaited it without fear and misgiving, with confidence and with anticipation. Was my confidence utterly misplaced?
Meanwhile in Rochester when I presented myself to the registry desk of the Clinic, I seemed to be expected. Of course, I had written that I would likely be there for a check. At the registry, on file was a chart all made out, dated the day Dr Rivers went on vacation. In my curiosity and afraid that I would miss something, I have become rather adept at getting the picture upside down. Therefore I discern things and I make discoveries that often go unobserved. That is one way to learn - by keeping the eyes open and exercised.
From registration I was sent upstairs to North eleven, as usual for appointments. Here tests were reversed on me. The gastroscopy was scheduled to open the show. Then late in the afternoon followed the general. The second day we plowed through blood counts, lung and duodenal x-rays which never are so bad.
That first day after the gastroscopy as I was boosted up on

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sorting out, repiling and even revamping the values man usually lives by. his period can no more be repeated than can the black and white sketch book epoch - the nuclei of my second solo show in New York. And thus ended a chapter of stormy, fevered unease, provoked by a great, tremendous, delirious creative outcropping. It was not possible to continue indefinitely at the same path. The pitch has been too high; the key too tense; too beyond the comfort of mortal man and his endeavor. AT least some of the ideas that were so wildly gyrating in my mind, that were not successful in being transferred to canvas had now been released. A new chapter is about to be pushed forward and be unfolded upon the stage. I wondered what this speech would be like and was eager for the action to begin. That was before I knew what it was to be like. I awaited it without fear and misgiving, with confidence and with anticipation. Was my confidence utterly misplaced? Meanwhile in Rochester when I presented myself to the registry desk of the Clinic, I seemed to be expected. Of course, I had written that I would likely be there for a check. At the registry, on file was a chart all made out, dated the day Dr Rivers went on vacation. In my curiosity and afraid that I would miss something, I have become rather adept at getting the picture upside down. Therefore I discern things and I make discoveries that often go unobserved. That is one way to learn - by keeping the eyes open and exercised. From registration I was sent upstairs to North eleven, as usual for appointments. Here tests were reversed on me. The gastroscopy was scheduled to open the show. Then late in the afternoon followed the general. The second day we plowed through blood counts, lung and duodenal x-rays which never are so bad. That first day after the gastroscopy as I was boosted up on