"For surely it is time that the effect of discouragement upon the mind of the artist should be measured, as I have seen a dairy company measure the effect of ordinary milk and Grade A milk upon the body of the rat. They set two rats in cages side by side, and of the two one was furtive, timid and small, and the other was glossy, bold and big. Now what food do we feed women as artists upon?"-Virginia Wolf
I found some precious treasures at the thrift store the other day, a pile of antique broken and aged dolls lying tucked away in the backroom on the shelf. My heart skipped a beat and I thought to myself they must be saving these for something really special. I asked if they were going to be for sale and how much they might be. The woman said: "Oh those, yeah those are really good for nothing I was just saving them for my son because maybe he could make art with them. That's about all they might be good for." Happily she sold them to me for a couple bucks and I felt like I had won the lottery.
I could argue why a doll holds artistic beauty and purpose, a beauty created by the maker and infused with love by the beholder, but does one need to argue the obvious? What's less obvious that needs arguing is the devaluing of feminine interests and artists as a whole in our capitalist society.