Paint it out of you, carissima. Paint out the pain until there's none left. Don't take on shame from their mockery.
In Artemesia's own words: If Rome craved spectacle, then I would give them spectacle.
"You've given your Judith a hard face," Cosimo said.
"She is concentrating. Like all heroines, she feels profoundly her task."
"As you, no doubt, have felt about yours," he said with a chuckle. "And who, may I ask, was your male model who deserved such revenge?"
"It is not personal vendetta, Your Highness." Santa Maria, let me not offend him. "If it is to be called revenge at all, it's revenge against tyranny."
"An artist's feeling is the white-hot core of painting...You've got to use your own emotions and paint with your own blood if need be in order to discover and prove the truth of your vision."
( I don't know exactly the meaning of 'vendetta.' does it mean, or is it a synonym for, revenge? )
I couldn't make the greenish gray face look like anything other than Agostino's. That bothered me. I didn't want to paint out of hate.
If that man has not separated you from the love of God, and he has not, then the only thing keeping hate of him alive is your thought about him. Only your pride keeps him in your memory and in your brush.
On the Penitent Magdalena: I want to display another side than the conventional belief of a sinner struck by unpremeditated conversion or spontaneous repentance. I think it must have been deep, prolonged, painful reflection that caused her great personal upheaval.
Down the sweep of years and centuries, would what I'd done matter? I had to believe that there was a purpose in painting every Judith, Lucretia, Susanna. Not thinking so would mean a lifetime of futile work.
He blinked at me with eyes the deep brown color of need.
"We've been lucky," I said. "We've been able to live by what we love. And to live painting, as we have, wherever we have, is to live passion and imagination and connection and adoration, all the best of life--to be more alive than the rest.