Unfortunately women artists (except Mary Cassatt, who painted way too many babies for my taste) were totally absent from art history books and museums when I was growing up. Consequently, the female artist who most influenced me was someone I knew rather than anyone from a book or museum. Her name was Jean Jones Jackson; her sister, Anne Jones Fuller, owned the gallery where I worked every summer from the age of thirteen until I was about twenty. Jean Jackson showed her completely oddball and beautiful paintings and drawings at the famous Betty Parsons Gallery in New York. Everyone seems to have forgotten her now, but I have a few ink-and-watercolor drawings and one small oil painting that still stun me.