Brooklyn Museum, Sunday, Oct 9th, 2011
I took a day to myself on Sunday, about seven hours, with a new identity as "mom on the run". A far more dangerous identity then the actual "can you please watch the babies so I can get the hell outta here for awhile" me.
After reading the review, NYTIMES, I felt like I just had to go see the Eva Hesse exhibition in person. I've seen her sculptural work before and I've always been an admirer, but I had never seen these paintings even in print. I was so excited when I saw one in the article and felt an instant connection. I explained to my husband how I had to go see these paintings, they were just like me! Upon my return, with the photographs, he asked "wow, you've never seen these before? That's weird".
I answered "I know right"?! Because my husband knows what my work is like that I don't normally show people, and my work from college. All filled with ghosts and death and SO Eva Hesse! Who Knew!
The collection at the Brooklyn Museum, was extremely powerful and meaningful to me. I sat down on a bench in front of a few of the larger paintings and truthfully became a bit overwhelmed and found myself trying not to cry and trying to act "normal, nothing to see here". I think it was just those paintings hanging there, looking right at me, validating me, telling me "keep going"! Which, I mean, let's be real no one but myself is going to tell me.
Her paintings are exactly what I love in a painting. So muddy and moody, full of feminine emotion, scraped and with the appearance of a moving stroke allowing figures to appear and be and drip and shine. They most likely took just the certain person to originally love them.
The most inspiring part of the experience for me was knowing that, the artist was once HERE in her work ad she allowed herself to become the sculptural artist she is most known to be.
This means to me that really my end is limitless. The only one putting boundries and vices on my work is myself. I have to be satisfied with the fact that the only person that may like my work could be me! I have to force myself not to create work with the end aim of getting people to like it, to want it, to understand it,to buy it. I have to just create and create only. As simple as trying to get myself back into a child/youth state of mind, where it was just fun to MAKE. No I'm not going to go totally Cy Twombly on everybody (although he's one of my all time favorites). I'm just excited to see where I go from here!
I took a day to myself on Sunday, about seven hours, with a new identity as "mom on the run". A far more dangerous identity then the actual "can you please watch the babies so I can get the hell outta here for awhile" me.
After reading the review, NYTIMES, I felt like I just had to go see the Eva Hesse exhibition in person. I've seen her sculptural work before and I've always been an admirer, but I had never seen these paintings even in print. I was so excited when I saw one in the article and felt an instant connection. I explained to my husband how I had to go see these paintings, they were just like me! Upon my return, with the photographs, he asked "wow, you've never seen these before? That's weird".
I answered "I know right"?! Because my husband knows what my work is like that I don't normally show people, and my work from college. All filled with ghosts and death and SO Eva Hesse! Who Knew!
The collection at the Brooklyn Museum, was extremely powerful and meaningful to me. I sat down on a bench in front of a few of the larger paintings and truthfully became a bit overwhelmed and found myself trying not to cry and trying to act "normal, nothing to see here". I think it was just those paintings hanging there, looking right at me, validating me, telling me "keep going"! Which, I mean, let's be real no one but myself is going to tell me.
(that's the view from my tearful bench)
Her paintings are exactly what I love in a painting. So muddy and moody, full of feminine emotion, scraped and with the appearance of a moving stroke allowing figures to appear and be and drip and shine. They most likely took just the certain person to originally love them.
The most inspiring part of the experience for me was knowing that, the artist was once HERE in her work ad she allowed herself to become the sculptural artist she is most known to be.
This means to me that really my end is limitless. The only one putting boundries and vices on my work is myself. I have to be satisfied with the fact that the only person that may like my work could be me! I have to force myself not to create work with the end aim of getting people to like it, to want it, to understand it,to buy it. I have to just create and create only. As simple as trying to get myself back into a child/youth state of mind, where it was just fun to MAKE. No I'm not going to go totally Cy Twombly on everybody (although he's one of my all time favorites). I'm just excited to see where I go from here!
(these pictures absolutely do not do these justice go directly to Brooklyn Museum's Website to see more)
and anytime you get the chance to see Eva Hesse's work, take it
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