I ‘hmm’ an eyebrow scrunch whenever I hear the term Outsider Art.
I’m not alone – not many like this term anymore. It hardly captures the complexity of belonging, determines any true social peripheries around art, or reflects contemporary language on marginalisation in the arts. But it holds on even without fanfare. When it pops up, I flip between discomfort to confusion, thinking: who’s driving the conversation (it’s certainly not the artists)?