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Dear Ms. Mueller,
Thank you for asking about my experience re: The 1974 Feminist Art Program at CalArts.
My path probably isn't a common one, but i did learn some lessons worth sharing.
I entered the program with the optimism only a 20-year-old
can have. I came straight from Texas, a place where segragation had only recently
been declared incorrect, men were usually abusive and women executives or techs or
even artists were virtually nonexistent. With extraordinary luck and connections,
I might have made a career of supplying fashion sketches to the Star Telegram. For
my first two decades, the primary work of all the women I knew was fighting over
men. So I fled. To be in the you-count-too environment at CalArts freed me in a profound
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will say this for the inaugural CalArts Feminist Art Program: It was the first place
I ever met women who stood up for me. Rather than compete for attention, they encouraged
me as an artist and a person. And they did so even though I didn't fit the program
director Miriam Schapiro's criteria for a good feminist, which as near as I could
figure had something to do with getting my parents to buy her paintings. |
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I fought my way from the
entry-level position of board artist to production manager and eventually, when the
artists were displaced by technology, to computer system manager. I now work in production
at the largest prepress service for the publishing and advertising industry in the
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have no regrets. The truth is that I gave up art for a more remunerative career because
I live in a town where the yearly rental of a 2-room apartment costs more than a
new Mercedes. Eventually I stopped apologizing for lapsing and started writing as
a creative outlet. About the same time I also developed an interest in bicycle racing.
The collective results were a bronze medal in NY State for competition, three years
a a contributing editor to several national sports magazines, my first novel, forty
articles published in Spy, the Village Voice, and other periodicals, and a mention
in "Who's Who in the East". I became a U.S. Olympic Commitee-licensed bicycle
racing official, and am now one of the highest-ranking such officials in the country.
My interst in bicycles morphed into an interest in motorcycles, which lead to working
as a motorcycle referee in bicycle racings at a pro level.
When men see me operating a hulking motorbike, they always
feel compelled to say ultrasmooth things like, "Aren't you afraid?" I have
to laugh. |
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I already went through my
period of political proselytizing. Mainly I succeed in alienating people and wasting
everybodys time. Most people, especially men, don't have big attention spans, so
you have to teach by example. There are just too many things to do, and life is short. |
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I don't spend much time analyzing my life or measuring myself against others, I can
assure other women that waiting around for someone to give you permission to do anything
is a loser game. My advice? Take risks. No whining. Question authority. Don't take
crap off anyone. Remember people who help you. And when you do move up, don't slam
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twenty-three years of kicking down doors, I can confidently say that the world is
still full of rude males, and that gender stereotypes are alive and thriving. It's
a shame, it being the Millenium and all. The Feminist Art Program was supposed to
change all that. But if I learned one thing from Miriam Schapiro that served me well,
it was this: come out of a corner swinging.
Fight the good fight.
Sydney Schuster
Miriam Schapiro/Feminist
Art Program: Anonymous was a Woman. A Documentation of the Women's Art Festival.
A Collection of Letters to Young Women Artists. Valencia, 1974 |
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