I’ll use anything and everything I can get my hands on for art things, really. I use old Starbucks coffee glasses to rinse my brushes (Preggo jars, those work good too), Tupperware containers and baby food jars for my acrylics and inks, and I’ll actually rip a book apart if I can get a good found poem out of it.
(I usually go to the used bookstore. Or the comic store on the other side of town. I think if the sellers knew what I did to half of it there would be a riot at my door).
I’ve done baby wipes for embellishing, too.
That was an interesting experiment:
Point being, the more you’re willing to let go of the fruity “this is what art is and about” and try new things, the more interesting things you can come up with. I posted this because of a comment in another post by Danny Gregory: art isn’t a waste if you’re having fun with it. And it’s not a waste because it’s in a book. It’s about the enriching experience. Moving people, and/or yourself.
Sure Van Gogh wanted to sell a painting, and I do too; but he wasn’t worried about a popularity contest. The dude just wanted to paint Cypress, ok?