Mom's paintings are a very small part of the legacy she left behind.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I owe much to mother. She had an expert's understanding, but also approached art emotionally.
That's something lacking in a lot of modern-day families - just talking. It's almost a lost art form.
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
I never stop being a mother and I never stop being an artist. You understand? Which is probably why my kids are so creative, because it's not separated.
Dada was an extreme protest against the physical side of painting. It was a metaphysical attitude.
After my mom died, there was so much written about her fashion and her style and all that, and I felt that one of the most important parts of her was missing, her real intellectual curiosity.
History develops, art stands still.
She was an enthusiastic painter of oils and watercolors. She was also very generous. I could mess with her paints and brushes all I wanted. On one condition: that I kept my brushes clean. The only art lesson my mother gave me was how to wash my brushes.
Even though I love my mother, I didn't want to make an idealized portrait of her. I'm fascinated more by her defects - they are funnier than her other qualities.
The craft of painting has virtually disappeared. There is hardly anyone left who really possesses it. For evidence one has only to look at the painters of this century.