“I am my art,” where doing art is necessary to being
Last night, I was spellbound by the new American Mastersdocumentary on Eva Hesse. I stared at the screen for the entire 1.5 hours as if I was meeting the sister I wasn’t told I had. Her joy, fearlessness, devotion to living her artistry, and obsession with the uncanniness, the ephemerality of being, was awing.
So, do I care that I don’t now provide a substantive update about the past month? I’m in love with what I’m doing, and wish I didn’t have to sleep.
The documentary is already available for streaming. I want to live in it again, stop the stream on particular works of hers whose representation passed too quickly.
I want to transcribe what she wrote in her journals that became voiceover in the video. I want to write to that.