ABSTRACT
Women artists are more inward-looking, more delicate and nuanced in their treatment of their medium, it may be asserted. In every instance women artists and writers would seem to be closer to other artists and writers of their own period and outlook than they are to each other. The fact of the matter is that there have been no great women artists, as far as students know—although there have been many interesting and good ones who have not been sufficiently investigated or appreciated—or any great Lithuanian jazz pianists, or Eskimo tennis players, no matter how much we might wish there had been. That this should be the case is regrettable, but no amount of manipulating the historical or critical evidence will alter the situation; neither will accusations of male-chauvinist distortions of history and obfuscation of actual achievements of women artists.
