by trendiness and commercial concerns. The first 15 years when I devoted much time and energy to the School- first as founder and chairman of faculty, then as dean- were nevertheless important years in the development of my work. In the late seventies, I started making my large drawings in charcoal on canvas, on which I work for long periods so that they become major works. During these years I used all the time I had for my work, giving little thought to matters of career.
In 1979, I suffered a serious illness, after which my husband became terminally ill. We had moved to Long Island. He had designed a house with two studios and a living space, but he never got to use his. He died in 1984. The only way I could cope with his death was to immerse myself in an intense period of work, which became a sort of harvest of all the years of effort.
