I never thought about being a feminist because I never felt discriminated against as an artist. Of course, I never worked in aconventional workplace so I didn’t know how women were systematically discriminated against.
But by the time I painted this, I knew all about feminism – about sexual harassment, unequal pay, the glass ceiling and so on.
My feminism is in my painting, as in this one, which is actually called ‘Feminism.’
A man and a woman. He is real, flesh and blood, present. She is all in white, not so defined, not real to him.
More on this subject next week when we look at a feminist version of Manet’s ‘Dejeuner sur l’Herbe.’