And several galleries - two had asked me and I said no, because I didn't want to leave things on consignment.
Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.
And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color.
My life is full of mistakes. They're like pebbles that make a good road.
The second time I was there I met Marcel Duchamp, and we immediately fell for each other. Which doesn't mean a thing because I think anybody who met Marcel fell for him.
But I was very, very unhappy because my mother was very charming and generous, but to me, very dominating.