Thoughts and Linda Nochlin

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."

Women in Art

Judy Chicago, Red Flat, 1971

this is the type of art that people probably think of when they think of feminists, or a women in art class. "oh it's a bunch of girls talking about their periods." while this is one of a couple images where they might be correct, i really like it.

Life Lately

First of all, my little brother, Riley, came to visit. He and Regina are great friends. He calls her Reginald and they've liked to take naps together since the day she was born.

Regina and Finley are about the same age. They don't play with each other, but sometimes along side one another.

Regina feeding goats at the zoo. She was rather timid.

Todd and Regina wrestle/snuggles.

Then my dearest friend, Jillian Winter Iverson, came to visit. She spent the whole week with us!

Then Todd's parents stopped through town for a night. Regina sat on Grandpa's lap for some stories.

Then Regina fed the goats at the zoo again. This time she was not so shy. She even stole food from other people to feed them. Am I a bad mom? They were adults, not kids.

Then Regina learned how to be a classy smudge face. But really, it was her first time playing in a play place. She owned it like a champ.