The arrival of women and girls in the public eye is a fraught idea. I think about female predicaments and how slowly things evolve or don’t really evolve at all. When painting my subjects repeatedly, I feel more akin to a performer. A singer? An actress? (As this is what we call them . . .) There is magic in putting my mind in someone else’s body to catch feeling at a particular moment in time. Making each painting is always a new beginning. A constant debut.