“I like having limits,” she said. “That was the nature of my father’s work. He had the octahedrons and tetrahedrons. I have the animals and people.”
Bill Hall, who oversees the Pace print shop next door, caught Smith on the way out. She had begun several soft-ground etchings — portraits of friends — and he wanted to remind her about them, to see what she planned to do. They were spread out for her. She looked through them, and frowned. Another time, she said.
Smith then thanked Ribuoli and turned to the door.
“Another great day,” she said. The sound of her jewelry echoed down the hall.
more from the NY Times Magazine here.