Minority Art, Vernacular Art, Is Marginal Art.

When One Culture Has The Big Guns And The Other Has None, There Is A Certain Predictablity About The Outcome.

Sit A Man On His Ass With Nothing To Do But Eat And The First Thing That Goes Is His Mind. It Never Fails.

The Techniques Are All Means Of Dealing With One Simple Idea: She Wrote It. (that Is, The "wrong" Person--in This Case, Female--has Created The "right" Value--i.e., Art.) Denial Of Agency: She Didn't Write It. Pollution Of Agency: She Shouldn't Have Written It. Double Standard Of Content: Yes, But Look What She Wrote About. False Categorizing: She Is Not Really She [an Artist] And It Is Not Really It [serious, Of The Right Genre, Aesthetically Sound, Important, Etc.] So How Could "she" Have Written "it"? Or Simply: Neither "she" Nor "it" Exists (simple Exclusion).

When The Memory Of One's Predecessors Is Buried, The Assumption Persists That There Were None And Each Generation Of Women Believes Itself To Be Faced With The Burden Of Doing Everything For The First Time. And If No One Ever Did It Beforewhy Do We Think We Can Succeed Now?

I Didn’t And Don’t Want To Be A ‘feminine’ Version Or A Diluted Version Or A Special Version Or A Subsidiary Version Or An Ancillary Version, Or An Adapted Version Of The Heroes I Admire. I Want To Be The Heroes Themselves.