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  • 1. the art of maximizing your time ART111
  • 2. Charlotte Salomon, From Life? Or Theatre?
  • 3. Charlotte Salomon, From Life? Or Theatre?
  • 4. Charlotte Salomon, From Life? Or Theatre?
  • 5. Charlotte Salomon, From Life? Or Theatre?
  • 6. Jay Defeo, painting The Rose, 1958 – 66
  • 7. Jay Defeo, painting The Rose, 1958 – 66
  • 8. Jay Defeo, The Rose, 1958 – 66
  • 9. Eva Hesse
  • 10. Eva Hesse
  • 11. Eva Hesse, Untitled, 1963
  • 12. Eva Hesse, Untitled, 1964
  • 13. Eva Hesse, Untitled, 1961
  • 14. Dear Eva, It will be almost a month since you wrote to me and you have possibly forgotten your state of mind (I doubt it though). 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, grasping, confusing, itchin, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rumbling, 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, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO!... Sol Lewitt
  • 15. The Snow Man Wallace Stevens One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves, Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.