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Q: Would you speak more about being represented by Brewster Gallery in the late 1990s?

Review of my first exhibition at Brewster Gallery
Review of my first exhibition at Brewster Gallery

A: In 1996 I landed my first major New York gallery, Brewster Gallery.  I was still living in Virginia and Mia Kim, the director, had accepted my work on the basis of unsolicited slides mailed to the gallery in July.  The first time she saw my pastel paintings in person was when I delivered them for a solo exhibition in October.

Brewster represented Latin American masters such as Frida Kahlo, Francisco Zuniga, Diego Rivera, Francisco Toledo, and Rufino Tamayo.  Mia Kim, the director, said that she sometimes had to defend her decision to represent me.  Mia’s fabulous response was, “Barbara has the SOUL of a Latina!”  My work at that time was heavily influenced by Mexican culture.  Mia immediately understood what I was doing in my work.  How thrilled and honored I was to be represented by a gallery where my fellow sole non-Latina was Leonora Carrington!  Leonora came to my opening.

Those were wonderful days!

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Pearls from artists* # 440

“Conundrum,” Soft Pastel on Sandpaper, 38” x 58” image, 50” x 70” framed
“Conundrum,” Soft Pastel on Sandpaper, 38” x 58” Image, 50” x 70” Framed

*an ongoing series of quotations – mostly from artists, to artists – that offers wisdom, inspiration, and advice for the sometimes lonely road we are on.

Most artists desire recognition, and the persistent lack of it may be a bitter pill to swallow.  The artist who is too-soon recognized, as Norman Mailer felt himself to be, might argue that early fame is harder on the artist than years of obscurity.   But the composer with a score for a powerful symphony locked away in his drawer, and the actress who has never found a way into a great drama, are hard-pressed to agree with Mailer.  Similarly, the painter who has her entire output of paintings to enjoy for herself because she cannot sell them may praise her fortitude and applaud her accomplishments, but still experiences great sadness.

 If you are not honored with real, appropriate recognition, you struggle not to consider yourself a failure.  You may argue that it is the world that has failed you… but it is hard to take comfort in that knowledge.  You need recognition more than you need accurate understanding of why recognition has eluded you.  And as you deal, during your years in the trenches, with what may turn out to be a maddingly insufficient lack of recognition, you are challenged to find ways of maintaining your faith, courage, good cheer, and emotional equilibrium.      

Eric Maisel, A Life in the Arts:  Practical Guidance and Inspiration for Creative and Performing Artists

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