Learning Not To Be Strong

A pastiche of examples of art by women that I really admire, and some thoughts about why I now find most art by women to be more interesting than most art produced by men. This is #58 in a series of month-end reflections on the state of the world, and other things that come to mind, as I walk and hike in my local community. “horses”, acrylic on 3D papier maché (though it looks exactly like real stone), by Anne Shabason, Caledon, Ontario, from my own collection “Women artists are still treated differently from men.” — Yoko Ono The other day in my favourite local café I found myself sitting at an adjacent table to one where a woman was doing something with one of those stylus ‘pens’ on her tablet computer. Trying not to be obvious, but unable to resist glancing over because of the incredible speed at which she was moving, lifting, and repositioning the pen, I saw that she was drawing manga panels. I could not see the detail, but it was clear she was creating a graphic novel. Most of the…