Thee only reason I am where I am today is because of my blatant honesty, be it off color or not. I could easily become another cookie cutter and probably have huge potential at that and reach the most audience, hell I can be a cooler martha stewart, but thats not where I want to be. My art and method of teaching is infused with my life, and my life is filled with ups, downs, and contradictions. People read my blog not because Im the best artist in the world, others do what I do and do it well but I would bet that none have as loyal a following. Its an attitude I am selling, promoting, advocating, above anything else. Empowerment. Its not the clean sanitized version like youll find in polished barnes and noble books but the gritty real life shit we go through. It's feminism at its highest and that is the highest service I offer women. And that takes being as true to life as I possibly can.
When I put out there the whole B movie thing I was warned not to, that it will tarnish my image and perhaps turn some people away. But in fact, it brought them closer to me. Because Im real. I admit what I do and I do not apologize for it. I am NOT a christian fundamentalist nor do I want to pretend to be. Not that there is anything wrong with that but its not my path. I want to sleep with SHANE for petes sake. and I was a stripper for 15 years. Although I am more than these things my experiences make me who I am, and the more myself I act the more I allow others to be themselves too. and this, in my opinion, is what brings everyone here.
I really mean it when I talk about revolution.
someone said once I was a "master of marketing" and I told them Ive never marketed in my fucking life. As if my lack of hair washing and making videos in my pajamas is an elaborate plan. Im just a chick on the floor of her room talking to a video camera and pretending it is her best friend. Because I want a best friend. I want authenticity. I want to tell someone my secrets FINALLY TELL MY SECRETS, and not live a bullshit life anymore. I cant breathe with secrets in my throat.
Although I want to be out there as much as I can and let this all get as big as it possibly can I dont forsee the usual way of getting there. With the internet all has changed anyway. No longer do we need editors or publishers to see good things in us, we see them in ourselves and put our art there anyway. I dont know about you but Id LOVE to read a craft book in which they said PUT THIS FUCKING THING OVER HERE THEN ADD THE OTHER FUCKING THING TO IT and stopped the sterilized boring CRAP I see everywhere.
Why does Rachel Rae look like an airbrushed waif on magazine covers but ooh 20 lbs heavier on her TV show?
Although I invite other markets to love me I will not court them in any special way. Im not going to dumb down my message or make it easier to swallow for the quilting ladies. If they are hungry for new ideas in fabric art, for something fresh, they will listen. If not then there are countless cardboard lifeless 'crafters' out there for them to follow.
I want a new breed of art chicas. I want lesbian orgies of wild abandon ART LOVE. I want goddesses coast to coast painting in tee shirts with out a bra and if all the retreat circuits out there dont want me and my ladies SO BE IT. We will start our own little revolution out here in the corner.
Can I get a hallelujah?
Full steam ahead baby.