I felt it was really, really important, not just in the vein of feminist erasure or whatever but also just as an artist that I honored my work.
My father was a very unhappy person, very sarcastic, and my mother was very nervous and worried about what people thought. They weren't monsters, but it wasn't a good childhood.
Art is beauty, the perpetual invention of detail, the choice of words, the exquisite care of execution.

