This exhibit was what really pulled me into feminist and contemporary art and encouraged my just-turned-14*-year-old brain to challenge my preconceptions of what art is or can be. I just remember wandering around the gallery in total wonder and awe. I particularly remember my shock, confusion, and delight while sitting quietly through the entirety of Fly. I must have spent hours exploring every inch of that exhibit but I don’t remember my mother ever complaining. I now realize how lucky I am to have a mother who loves art and took me to museums whenever possible.
*Yes, I am a young baby.