Embrace and allow in the 'prescribed worthless'.
You'll quickly discover they are anything but, and they have
great lessons to teach.
I've been playing with the visual arts as far back as I can remember--literally, one of my first memories is of me with a paintbrush.
The arts remained a major part of my creative expression throughout high school, until a calling towards person-centered work took me towards the academic facet--college!
As most twenty-somethings in study do, I began to reflect on how to save my portion of the world--loving humanity, the nebulous I call God, and the planet--through conjuring reflection and simplicity (verse some of the materialistic wise of the west). And I began to construct a conviction, that the arts, at times, created more waste in our ever increasing disposable culture.
Shhh..I neglected to heed Confucius when he stated,
"[the arts] stimulate the mind...induce self-contemplation...teach the art of sensibility...
help restrain resentment."
My tension then: How to balance no longer living by the letter of consumption while still practicing one of the most divine attributes of being human: Creating.
Cultivation of the soul, I have found, stands to be the most important creative ventures in the human reality, for the benefit of all being and non-beings' thriving, no matter what face the cultivation takes for the individual.
My artwork, here and hereafter, is dedicated to both standards: spiritual fertility and the inclusion of the excluded. For without incorporating the neglected--material & emotional--personal actualization staggers in opportunities for attainment.
My medium: [re]Purposed materials (waste formally misplaced), art supplies passed down or neglected, and as few store purchased items as possible, (only when to create a more proficient finish, so the piece does not so readily become knighted 'waste' again).
And of course,
contemplations & sentimental-throw-aways.