I gave a lecture at Arrowmont School of Arts and Crafts a few years ago. It took place in a dark auditorium with about 200 people in the audience. The only light in the room was on the large screen, with the slides I had chosen for the presentation. I faced the screen (not the audience) and spoke sweetly into my microphone.
"Cloth is scary. It's dangerous. It can be used to kill, conceal weapons, and shroud the dead. Cloth can strangle. Fiber kills. Be afraid. Be very afraid."
I was in my element. For a moment I had captured the attention of the audience and could answer an old graduate school question: How can beautiful art reflect internal turmoil?