My parents had very high expectations. They expected me to get straight A’s from the time I was in kindergarten. I remember, I was in kindergarten and there was a little girl who I didn’t think was a very good artist. I thought I did a very careful house, you know, with the chimney, and the windows, and the trees, and she was more of an abstract artist. Hers was very loose, and I didn’t think it was very good but they decided to pin hers up in the Principal’s office. So that was like getting the “A.” My mother wanted to know. Why wasn’t my picture in that window? I was very wounded and frightened. You know? Why wasn’t it in the window? I remember feeling that pressure from the time I was 5 years old.