For many years, I had allowed my second husband to take credit for my paintings. But one day, unable to continue the deception any longer, I left him and my home in California and moved to Hawaii.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I stopped painting in 1990 at the peak of my success just to deny people my beautiful paintings, and I did it out of spite.
I counterfeited Mark Kostabi's artworks. During the eighties, Mark didn't paint his own paintings. Instead, he had other artists painting them, and he just added his signature. So what I did was to use some of the same painters, and signed his name myself.
Even after I got my divorce, the ink wasn't even dry on the paper, and I said, 'Ooh, the next time I become a wife, I got this thing down pat!' I always believed that there was someone built for me.
I have no illusions about my art. I am what the public made me and, consequently, I am not likely to forget my debt to them.
I was an artist - I fancied myself an artist - I sold paintings at bars to pay my rent.
I was married a few times, and one of my husbands was jealous of me writing.
For 10 years, I gave away my possessions every year and moved on to a new place.
My artwork gets stolen all the time; it's ridiculous.
Long made it possible for me to get on records, so what little money he did take from me, if any at all, he was entitled to it. He didn't take something from me.
You will not accept credit that is due to another, or harbor jealousy of an explorer who is more fortunate.
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