“Literature does its best to maintain that its concern is with the mind; that the body is a sheet of plain glass through which the soul looks straight and clear…. On the contrary, the very opposite is true. All day, all night, the body intervenes; blunts or sharpens, colours or discolours, turns to wax in the warmth of June, hardens to tallow in the murk of February…” #VirginiaWoolf The visceral, boundary-pushing works of Eva Hesse and Helen Chadwick become sites of solace and self-reckoning in Ryann Donnelly’s Body High: Death, Drugs & Eva Hesse. In her recent article for Elephant Deborah Nash explores both artists and the themes of health and illness in their lives and practices.