Reflections on Artistic Voice(s)

My work seems to have at least three distinct points of view:

'Guardian' - 24"x36" procion on cotton; machine stitching

colorful paintings which utilized a vocabulary of symbols and metaphoric stories;

'Red Tide Series' 6"x8" procion on cotton; machine and hand stitching

colorful figurative and nature-inspired abstract paintings;

detail - book text hand stitched into found organza pleated lace & antique buttons

and neutral palette collages... 

detail - photo-transfer overlaid with lichen dyed organza

 

 with an aura of distressed and crumbling femininity.  

 detail - porcelain and leather doll arm secured with vintage glass button

This third category consists of a mere handful of pieces created separately in the midst of other bodies of work over the span of my career.   Another image joined these anomalies this week.

 'Haunt' - approx. 8"x11", found fabrics and objects; hand and machine stitching

Through old scraps of lace, image transfers and found objects I am striving to capture a feeling of haunted memory, of the past we can’t revisit. The pieces are at total visual variance with my other work.  I don’t know what to say of them except that they insist on being made and that the making satisfies some mental or emotional itch I need to scratch.

So I am thinking maybe artistic voice – for me at least – is sometimes a whisper, sometimes a shout and sometimes even spoken in tongues.  Should I agonize that this is wrong, that I should limit myself to one style, one medium, one language?  Are my visual inconsistencies indicative of a sort of artistic multiple personality schizophrenia?  I have been puzzling over this issue for several days in the wake of the emergence of another 'haunt'. 

Do disparate artistic voices insinuate themselves into your work?  What do you do about it?