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1 " Still, no one much celebrated having found a previously unknown painter [Marie Denise Villers] who was equal to the great David. Though the public continued to love the painting - they may not have known David from Delacroix, at any rate - soma academics had a change of heart about the painting itself. Sterling (see start of chapter) said some not-very nice things, beginning with, "The notion that our portrait may have been painted by a woman is, let us confess, an attractive idea." Why attractive? Because it explains everything wrong with the work: "cleverly concealed weaknesses" and "a thousand subtle artifices" that all add up to "the feminine spirit."In other words: Isn't that just like a woman? "
― Bridget Quinn , Broad Strokes: 15 Women Who Made Art and Made History (in That Order)
2 " [..]You know the problem with connoisseurship?"I did not. I had no idea there was a problem with connoisseurship."It doesn't take into account the artist waking up on the wrong side of the bed. [..] It doesn't consider the really shitty day"[..] Later it would occur to me, what about the opposite? The Day When Everything Goes Right. The Fucking Excellent Day. "
3 " This simple fact of sculpture making is as true today (Jeff Koons, anyone?) as it was in the nineteenth century. But critics of the Marmorean Flock used it to raise the ageless trope against women artist: they are not the authors of their own works. Marmorean Flock member Harriet Hosmer railed against such spiteful ignorance: "We women-artists have no objection to its being known that we employ assistants; we merely object to its being supposed that it is a system peculiar to ourselves." Nearly all sculptors of the time used stonecutters and other artisans in executing their works.Except, not Lewis. She famously wielded the chisel herself. Early on she probably couldn't afford assistants, but she no doubt continued because as a woman of color she could not afford any hint of fraud. "
4 " [..] And here, suddenly, was Woolf's own talented sister. The one who survived. The sister who painted.My first thought was: how sad. What fate could be worse than to be in close proximity to genius, capable of recognizing it, but, alas, something less-than? And Woolf's sister Vanessa Bell must have been less-than, because I'd barely heard of her. How terrible, and sadly typical, that in my long pursuit of women artists I'd apparently learned nothing. Least of all, that they are all too easily lost to time, a condition rarely any reflection on their talent. "
5 " In other words: this scene is from the woman's point of view. "
