Why am I seeing the art of my generation being created anew each decade? One answer may be that much of the early art never reached cultural visibility beyond a small audience. In the absence of representation, of icons, of memory, contemporary women artists are condemned endlessly to repeat the ills of survival in the patriarchy, reinventing images of the penis, the cunt, doll dresses, patent leather pumps, quilts, narratives of the struggle between woman and man, mother and daughter. Each generation opens the wounds, which close in the night behind them.

Miriam Schapiro. Interview. The Power of Feminist Art.