Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Hills Are Alive
In all this snow and cold i'm happy to think back a few years to a beautiful, rainy summer bikeride through these hills, a stay in a campground in Salzburg, reading novels in the lodge and eating pickles, good bread and cheese laid out on indvidual breadboards.
Excerpt from Letter to Eva Hesse from Sol Lewitt 1965
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, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, rumbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning...searching, perching, besmirching, grinding grinding grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO...trust and tickle something inside you, your "weird humor." you belong in the most secret part of you. Don't worry about cool, make your own uncool...if you fear, make it work for you — draw and paint your fear and anxiety. And stop worrying about big, deep things such as "to decide on a purpose and way of life..." you must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO! I have much confidence in you and even though you are tormenting yourself, the work you do is very good. Try and do some BAD work. The worst you can think of and see what happens but mainly relax and let everything go to hell.
thank you, Donna x 2.