The three of us wanted to show our work in the Women’s Gallery, which was in a really terrible part of Baltimore, the rent being low 
and all. This was the ’70s, and we were trying to get ourselves recognized in Man’s World while at the same time making work that would get us recognized in Woman’s World. It was a juggling act, let me tell you. Theresa’s work was made of Wonderbread wrappers, braided together like the rugs that her grandmother used to make, except her grandmother had used rags. Theresa had wrapped brooms with these masses of plastic and lined a wall with them. Her statement was about history and women’s work, although obviously it was herstory, not his.
