Dear Laura and Friends,
To continue some thoughts related to last weeks post about maintaining a studio art practice and taming the impatient beast within, I thought I would share what I have learned about Eva Hesse. Both Laura and I have been wanting to do a little research on her life and work so I thought it would be worth our time to bring her to light here on our blog.
Much of Laura and I’s work is based on correspondence with her living in Connecticut and me in South Carolina. In the book I am reading (written by Lucy Lippard) she talks about Eva’s time living in Europe at the beginning of her career. She often wrote letters to friends and one of those was Sol Le Witt. Last week I spoke about my own impatience and doubt (especially now in the wake of some rejections to exhibit I applied for!) and I felt reassured that Eva crossed these same bridges in the beginning of her career. I will quote Lippard’s book about one of Hesse’s correspondence with Sol:
“So I sit now after two days of working on a dumb thing which is three-dimensional….but I don’t know where I belong so I give up again. All the time it is like that…How do you believe in something deeply? How is it one can pinpoint beliefs into a singular purpose?” (pg.34)
And Sol’s funny response to her that made me laugh out loud:
“You seem the same as always, and being you, hate every minute of it. Don’t! Learn to say ‘Fuck You’ to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out., struggling, gasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, gumbling, humbling, stumbling, rumbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose-sticking, eyeball-poking, finger pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eying, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO.” (pg.35)
This conversation between these two reminded me of our conversations Laura. A gentle (and sometimes not-so-gentle) nudge to keep moving forward. Keep moving forward. Keep moving forward. Who knows if my work will amount to anything, but I sure enjoy creating it and sharing it with others.
Back to the studio……