OUTSIDER ART AND THE SOLITARY BEE

Someone lovely once caught a glimpse of me and bought me a copy of The Outsider. Not the Camus, but a non-fiction piece on how creative people often feel like outsiders. Someone voiced a good question at a thing I was at recently: how do we value what it is we do if we’re, as artists, trying to push the envelope? Who’s to say if it’s any good? Who’s to say that it’s got any value? Doesn’t it all get more complicated if we start tallking about monetary value or does that flatten the landscape out a bit? (Money, after all, is quantifiable. Nothing much in the world makes sense in terms of the monetary value we place on it, right?)