The work I'm posting wasn't made by me, and I had no part in making it. I don't even own it, although I do own a postcard with an image of it that sits on my desk at home. No, I just wanted to post it because it is a work I saw when it was showing at The Brooklyn Museum, and it really touched me because it was at a time when I was suffering with a lot of negativity being foisted on me. I'd just moved to New York, and people were telling me that I'd never make it. My own father told me I'd better be damn good if I wanted to make it because, you know, female musicians aren't taken seriously. I don't want to go into a huge lecture about it, but at a time when people were patting me on the head and going, "Oh isn't that cute, the little girl wants to play musician!" this hit me really hard. It inspired me to think of all the women who'd forged their way regardless of if they were recognized for it at the time or not. Made it hard not to realize I had to do what I loved no matter what people said. It's stuck with me ever since.
Judy Chicago's The Dinner Party elevates female achievement in Western history to a heroic scale traditionally reserved for men. The Dinner Party is a massive ceremonial banquet in art, laid on a triangular table measuring forty-eight feet on each side. Combining the glory of sacramental tradition with the intimate detail of a carefully orchestrated social gathering, the artist represents thirty-nine "guests of honor" by individually symbolic, larger-than-life-size china-painted porcelain plates rising from intricate textiles draped completely over the tabletop. Each plate features an image based on the butterfly, symbolic of a vaginal central core. The runners name the 39 women and bear images drawn from each one's story.
It includes plates for, to name a few, Ishtar, Kali, Frida Kahlo, Hildegarde of Bingen, Christine de Pisan, Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickinson, Elizabeth Blackwell, and Susan B. Anthony.