The rapid loss of a thousand years of collectively acquired manual dexterity causes the drawing student to experience existential panic when he picks up a piece of charred wood and stands before a skeleton and a sheet of paper.
Five years ago, seven years ago, some of us were trying to persuade artists in other more expensive places to move to Texas because it was affordable. But I can’t say that to people in good faith anymore.
Ed. note: In recognition of International Women's Day and the Day Without Women Strike, Glasstire re-posts this popular archived essay by one of Houston's most respected artists, who also happens to be a mother.