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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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sketch-box on this trip, but it was only convenient to use upon shipboard and in Moscow -- the rest of the time I relied upon my new invitation, for me now, for others an accepted standard medium. Later I used watercolors, as I hoped, to obtain a new avenue of approach and gain new insight and aspect into oils. Watercoloring however, was so altogether acceptable and successful for sketching, that from that day on, I never have thought to use anything else for outdoor work. In fact, I don't believe I could think an oil, not predigested in the field now. Oils are so much more adaptable to studio painting. I am to do my sketching in the filed rather in detail, so that I not only may have comprehensive material but also am in complete command of it when translating the watercolor onto canvas in my studio. That there is time enough to eliminate non-essentials if I feel them to be so. However I have the concrete facts [seconding?] to my personal interpretation from which to work. It is impossible for me to fake passages missing from my original work -- and I like to deal with facts, not fancies! Armed then with a new knowledge of watercolors, I was prepared for any amount of wonderings through the Soviet Union. Russia had been included in our itinerary upon the occasion of our world travels in 1928 + 1929, but nearing the end of the trip, we had already roamed afar and missed nothing upon the way, and therefore had become both mentally and physically tired. It was logical then, that our thoughts should turn again to the Soviets. A nice little trip for summer we had attained for ourselves. Never being content to do things the shortest and easiest way, we drove our then little Chevrolet to New York. However, we did not proceed directly but wandered through the South, lingered in Georgia, and enjoyed the Cumberland and Allegheny Mountains on the way up the coast, and had a few days in New York, at the end before sailing. We were going through Russia with a party -- the
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sketch-box on this trip, but it was only convenient to use upon shipboard and in Moscow -- the rest of the time I relied upon my new invitation, for me now, for others an accepted standard medium. Later I used watercolors, as I hoped, to obtain a new avenue of approach and gain new insight and aspect into oils. Watercoloring however, was so altogether acceptable and successful for sketching, that from that day on, I never have thought to use anything else for outdoor work. In fact, I don't believe I could think an oil, not predigested in the field now. Oils are so much more adaptable to studio painting. I am to do my sketching in the filed rather in detail, so that I not only may have comprehensive material but also am in complete command of it when translating the watercolor onto canvas in my studio. That there is time enough to eliminate non-essentials if I feel them to be so. However I have the concrete facts [seconding?] to my personal interpretation from which to work. It is impossible for me to fake passages missing from my original work -- and I like to deal with facts, not fancies! Armed then with a new knowledge of watercolors, I was prepared for any amount of wonderings through the Soviet Union. Russia had been included in our itinerary upon the occasion of our world travels in 1928 + 1929, but nearing the end of the trip, we had already roamed afar and missed nothing upon the way, and therefore had become both mentally and physically tired. It was logical then, that our thoughts should turn again to the Soviets. A nice little trip for summer we had attained for ourselves. Never being content to do things the shortest and easiest way, we drove our then little Chevrolet to New York. However, we did not proceed directly but wandered through the South, lingered in Georgia, and enjoyed the Cumberland and Allegheny Mountains on the way up the coast, and had a few days in New York, at the end before sailing. We were going through Russia with a party -- the
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