Cecilia Vicuña

When I was young, I never questioned why most of the artists whose work I encountered were male. It wasn’t an issue in the nineties. We strolled through exhibitions, looked at art, read about the artists, listened to curators, flipped through books, and came to terms with the fact that it was a man’s world. Although most of my colleagues were women, their work took place mostly behind the scenes and usually went unnoticed. It took me many years to realise that we had learned to view the (art (…)