My dream of finally dancing with a cowboy came true last Friday night when Eddie joined us to jive to the sounds of Phoenix rising. As I danced and looked at families, friends and my fellow peers talking and laughing, seated around the tables we built with he Comanche Creek Millworks, I thought: this is the art—so much more than the cement tire-track-tiles I cast for the gallery.
The band, the potluck, the meat, the community, all of this is the art. Art is entering a space, bringing it together, and giving something back. Art is the connection, not my impressions, art is laugher, art taste good, art is loud and soulful, art makes rude jokes, art jives, art checks in with the neighbor, art goes home after a hard days work and sleeps, art continues to grow and change and shift.