It could have been that we had spent a lot of time touring galleries already and we were arted-out or it could have been her quotes and pictures of her. Pictures like this.
I found her work to be technically brilliant, but the mood was endlessly grim. Her quotes on the wall told us how much she hated art critics and maybe us, too. There wasn't a single warm smile in any of her photos.
Look, I get it. She was a woman artist in an age where such things were frowned upon and her art was heavily criticized at the time. Even with that, you wanted to shake her and say, "Get over it already!"
I must be a Philistine.