She's in competition with history, which has always been dismissive of her power. Until very recently, museums wouldn't buy her work, art
historians wouldn't acknowledge her and commercial galleries would
only rarely represent her. She's a miracle, a marvel, a mystic, a seductress,
a changeling, a visionary, a man-hater, a freak; she's never considered
normal. She knows that no two women are the same. She knows that she
has always been here, there and everywhere, but for reasons that baffle
her, people still refuse to see her. Even now, decades or centuries after she
has died, her magnificent achievements remain largely unsung; there are
still countless museums, galleries and collectors who do not appreciate her
worth, who do not rate her, who are not interested in the many stories she
has to tell. She still has so far to travel. [...]
The museums of the world are filled with paintings of women – by men.
Ask around and you'll find that most people struggle to name even one
female artist from before the twentieth century. Yet women have always
made art, even though, over the centuries, every discouragement was –
and, in many ways, still is – placed in their way. [...]
For the first time, artists who were previously ignored, patronised,
marginalised or ostracised due to their gender, race, sexuality or class, are
being recognised for their originality and resilience. The infinitely varied work of these artists embodies the fact
that there is more than one way to understand our planet, more than one way to live in it and more than one way
to make art about it.