Reading Nochlin's seminal essay,
Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists?, has always resonated with me, but now as I try to prepare my readings and lectures for my Women in Art workshop with two (beautiful) needy, screamy children, it becomes even more poignant. I will never regret marrying the love of my life at a young age because he has never held me back, but instead has helped me succeed in my endeavors. I haven't felt like I've had to choose work,
or marriage, but have been able to do and love both. Having children, on the other hand, leaves little room for work, travel, intellectual stimulation, or even a shower. I love them
SO much, but I get flustered trying work and care for my babies. I suppose I need to wait to work, or hire a nanny. Both of those require having more money...
"...the voice of the feminine mystique with its potpourri of ambivalent narcissism and guilt, internalized, subtly dilutes and subverts that total inner confidence, that absolute certitude and self-determination, moral and esthetic, demanded by the highest and most innovative work in art."
