It was an unusually warm Sunday in March. As I waited for Tatyana to let me into her studio, I shrugged off my winter coat and wrapped it tightly around my waist. Squinting into the sun, I turned away from her building, and then back towards it. I folded and unfolded my arms. I took out my phone and then quickly put it back into my pocket. Tatyana had come to my school only a few years before, and I had been blown away by her tenacity, wisdom, and activism. Back then, I had been too nervous to ask a question after her talk. And yet now, here I was, still nervous, and preparing to be interviewed for her art series, Stop Telling Women to Smile.