I am currently exploring making art from the collision of disparate, even opposing elements: fiber, knitting, weaving, spinning, stitchery, several kinds of felting, printing original photos on silk, beading and various sorts of construction in combination with original poetry or “lyrics”. I use quite a lot of “repurposed materials”– which sounds better than “stuff I dig out of other people’s trash.”
I have discovered that dark and scary and angry and sad voices are ok– even for women– even for OLD women. I no longer feel compelled to be polite. I prefer dark reality and angry beauty to cheery prettiness.
Roger Cardinal describes “outsider” artists as having “profound strangeness and integrity”– that’s my aspiration.