This morning I read an article in the Guardian newspaper which chimed so much with me.
The poet Lavinia Greenlaw's article is entitled Why I love Eva Hesse - which immediately attracted my attention, as I am a fan of the artist's work.
In particular these sentences rang bells with my own practice:
It reminded me of the moment when a poem comes to me, when it's more of an imperative than an idea. I relish it as sensation before I have to dredge up language. Hesse's studioworks seem to me to sustain this ineffability.