Minority art, vernacular art, is marginal art. Only on the margins does growth occur.
Ignorance is not bad faith. But persistence in ignorance is.
As my mother once said: The boys throw stones at the frog in jest. But the frogs die in earnest.
Real artists, it seems to me, are those who don't repeat themselves.
And middle-class women, although taught to value established forms, are in the same position as the working class: neither can use established forms to express what the forms were never intended to express (and may very well operate to conceal).
How withered away one can be from a life of unremitting toil.