Yes, another week just went by. Amazingly, it is raining again and I hear loud splashy sounds coming from the big pot on the table behind me. It is quite mystifying since it really is not raining all that hard. Must be a big roof leak somewhere.
I have been reading a lot about Eva Hesse and really travelled in my head into the late 1960s, her dark Bowery loft, New York brimming with art, all the things I never knew about her and deep, profound sadness of irreversible damage and loss. I bought a book that was, while personal, still one about the artist (by Lucy Lippard) and then stumbled onto another (October Files) online that had a much more involved psychological perspective on her life and being who she was. Reading about her art as such, from various sources, is very inspiring and also pumping realness into thinking and creating art that has been occupying my mind lately. I resumed work on my wax pieces and have a few good sketches and then some thoughts I have to play with. It is really good to go back in time and steep for a while in a WHY of the emotionally driven artist. Also, female artists in the past few years fascinate me like never before…but oddly, from the old days, when the only way for them to make it was by their incredible drive and an unflinching belief in themselves.
