There’s something very inspiring about art made from recycled materials. It can create a connection between creator and environment, but I find it also creates great tension between the work and its viewer. That tension is the feeling of unease, of heaviness or of guilt one develops when viewing an especially provoking piece of art.
I find these pieces to be especially disconcerting:
They all have an eerie, heartwrenching effect. Is this caused by a sense of guilt? Or, perhaps a dissonance between what is considered beautiful and what is shown here? Who knows!