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Jere and I did the artwalk on Main Street last night. And every time I go I am overwhelmed by the art. It’s not all profound, it’s not all great – but for sure, much of it is very, very good. And if you have not been on Main Street Scottsdale on a Thursday night in a while, you should go just to feel the last breath of spring on a desert night – because you can’t get that back in July.Art is like a choir where no single voice stands out – that’s what’s overwhelming about it – all the lovely voices of the colorful, “soundless choir”.
If you ask me what it takes to be an artist, the one thing I would say is that it takes patience. My teacher, Merrill Mahaffey, once said to us, “It takes longer to become an artist than it does to become a brain surgeon.” But it takes much longer than that … it takes a lifetime. It takes a daily effort of trying to look at the ordinary in some new way, to see something anew in the every day – and to care about it enough to interpret it in some unique way.
Each day is different, but it takes great skill and patience to see each day differently. That’s the art.