With absolute conviction I believe and practice Ad Reinhardt’s thesis put forth in “Extreme Routine”. “One paints when there is nothing else to do” he writes. For Painting to be Painting — elemental visual vocabulary and meter unique to the language — everything else has to be “taken care of.” It is a responsibility and privilege to work within its conditions. Painting is not Painting when it props up the self or attempts to tell stories. That activity is called picturemaking. Painting is larger than pictures but not larger than its limitations which are sever and singular and sweet.
How do you manage between being an artist, mother, and teacher? How do you maintain an balanced perspective?