The art of the past is being mystified because a privileged minority is striving to invent a history which can retrospectively justify the role of the ruling classes.
At twenty-one, I was a divorced single mother. At thirty, I was struggling to feed my children. At forty, I was starting over in a new country. At fifty, I was rebuilding my career. At sixty, I walked the runway at Fashion Week. Life begins at every age—if you dare to make a plan.
