Spare me the liberal pieties about social justice, my art-industry friends, until you are willing to promote, support and compensate women in the arts.
The biggest difficulty I ever face is getting into the wrong group of artists and trying to live up to their standards. It never works.
It’s galling to see the Art Establishment gleefully going on in their merry misogynistic way. But until women get wall space in galleries and museums, they’re not going to achieve the prices they deserve.
It’s almost impossible for artists to see the work of our hands objectively, even if we don’t share our pessimism with the general public.
I imagine this is how the human animal generally worked before he was stuffed into a cubicle for eight hours a day.
Jurying is subjective, illogical, and unfathomable, so don’t pin your hopes on any one event.
“Measure twice and cut once,” I told my son.
“Measure once and re-check everything your sister does,” my brother told him.
Someday, you will move past whatever is blocking your painting. You will look back and understand that the problem was never you; it was just how life is.