#makingitthroughtheday

Eva Hess to Sol LeWitt: So I sit now after two days of working on a dumb thing which is three dimensional. Supposed to be continuing with last drawing. All borders on pop at least to the European eye. That is anything not pure or abstract expressionist is pop like the 3-d one now actually looks like breast and penis-- but that's ok and I should go on with it maybe...but I don't know where I belong so I give up again. All the time it is like that...Have really been discovering my weird humor and making sick or maybe cool but I can only see things that way--experience them also but I can't feel cool--that is my hopelessness. Like it all is based on fear and cannot be cool when on constantly feels fear...Everything for me personally is glossed with anxiety...How do you believe in something deeply? How is it one can pinpoint beliefs into a singular purpose? On April 14 LeWitt answered this letter in no uncertain terms and with the best possible advice:" 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, grumbling, 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, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, allweyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eying, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO.