Robert Hughes, stick in the mud, vain but good writer that he was, also was mostly right in saying something to the effect of "All art is autobiographical."
I am glad to get away, far away, from those times. We are born as if a bell, and rung well or badly or some combination. The ringing persists through life to our last breath.
As I move into the future and understand more and drift further, the ringing attenuates.