Imagine it's 1981. You're an artist in love with art smitten with art history. You're also a woman with almost no mentors to look to art history just isn't that into you. Any woman approaching art history in the early eighties was attempting to enter an almost foreign country a restricted and exclusionary domain that spoke a private language.

I love my friends and family but I also love it when they can't find me and I can spend all day reading or walking all alone in silence eight thousand miles away from everyone. All alone and unreachable in a foreign country is one my most favorite possible things to be.

Self-reverence self-knowledge self-control these three alone lead one to sovereign power.