Status Ought Not To Be Measured By

The Element Of Heroic Maleness Had Always Been Present In The Concept Of The Artist As One Who Rides The Winged Horse Above The Clouds Beyond The Sight Of Lesser Men, A Concept Seldom Applied To Those Who Worked With Colours Until The Nineteenth Century. When The Inevitable Question Is Asked, "why Are There No Great Women Artists?" It Is This Dimension Of Art That Is Implied. The Askers Know Little Of Art, But They Know The Seven Wonders Of The Painting World.

The Housewife Is An Unpaid Worker In Her Husband's House In Return For The Security Of Being A Permanent Employee: Hers Is The Reductio Ad Absurdum Of The Employee Who Accepts A Lower Wage In Return For Permanence Of His Employment. But The Lowest Paid Employees Can Be And Are Laid Off, And So Are Wives. They Have No Savings, No Skills Which They Can Bargain With Elsewhere, And They Must Bear The Stigma Of Having Been Sacked.

The Fear Of Freedom Is Strong In Us. We Call It Chaos Or Anarchy, And The Words Are Threatening. We Live In A True Chaos Of Contradicting Authorities, An Age Of Conformism Without Community, Of Proximity Without Communication. We Could Only Fear Chaos If We Imagined That It Was Unknown To Us, But In Fact We Know It Very Well.

There Have Been Women In The Past Far More Daring Than We Would Need To Be Now, Who Ventured All And Gained A Little, But Survived After All.

Sadness Is The Matrix From Which Wit And Irony Spring; Sadness Is Uncomfortable And Creative, Which Is Why Consumer Society Cannot Tolerate It.