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

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too were taking shape, one after the other, under my diligent fingers and busy brush. Together with catalogues and announcements for the show, the framing and packing and shipping preparations I was too active for the good of my stomach. Finally however all was in readiness and the show opened in New York with great excitement and ran from October six to nineteen. During the preparations I had hoped that I might attend the opening and had tacked a thought to that effect somewhere in the back of my mind. My stomach was too uncertain. So I had to content myself with the play by play account furnished in daily bulletins from the galleries.
I was in a dither. After the exhibit opened I possessed that happy state of unrest delirium for days. Gradually unfortunately I became defevered and defrosted and succumbed to dizziness, then to numbness before I finally received my sanity sufficiently to even seem rational. It would seem that I have not sufficient equanimity to retain normal pause to prevent me from momentarily frizzing up.
From this occasion there was much to get excited about and I made the best of my opportunity. Telegrams, air mails, specials, flowers, notes from friends and fellow artists come pouring in. It would be terribly dull to have to live without getting excited about any thing. How monotonous to have always to live along a dead level without feeling any emotions or having no lilting processes. A more comfortable state of being perhaps, there always having to be a mildly, widely springing pendulous flying agitatedly from extreme to extreme.
Why did I want the opening? For several reasons it would seem that it was an opportune time to have an exhibit.

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too were taking shape, one after the other, under my diligent fingers and busy brush. Together with catalogues and announcements for the show, the framing and packing and shipping preparations I was too active for the good of my stomach. Finally however all was in readiness and the show opened in New York with great excitement and ran from October six to nineteen. During the preparations I had hoped that I might attend the opening and had tacked a thought to that effect somewhere in the back of my mind. My stomach was too uncertain. So I had to content myself with the play by play account furnished in daily bulletins from the galleries. I was in a dither. After the exhibit opened I possessed that happy state of unrest delirium for days. Gradually unfortunately I became defevered and defrosted and succumbed to dizziness, then to numbness before I finally received my sanity sufficiently to even seem rational. It would seem that I have not sufficient equanimity to retain normal pause to prevent me from momentarily frizzing up. From this occasion there was much to get excited about and I made the best of my opportunity. Telegrams, air mails, specials, flowers, notes from friends and fellow artists come pouring in. It would be terribly dull to have to live without getting excited about any thing. How monotonous to have always to live along a dead level without feeling any emotions or having no lilting processes. A more comfortable state of being perhaps, there always having to be a mildly, widely springing pendulous flying agitatedly from extreme to extreme. Why did I want the opening? For several reasons it would seem that it was an opportune time to have an exhibit.