You and I are art people. We love and respect art. We read about it, we have collections of art books and magazines, we visit exhibitions, and we buy an artwork from time to time, sometimes frequently. If we’re fortunate, we have a collection, perhaps just a few pieces, or many pieces covering many walls. We have the art flu.
Though some of us possess art-making skills, most of us are simply amazed at what another person can produce with a brush or chisel. When we glimpse real quality, we want to own it, or at least to admire it in person. We may or may not understand the toil, the endless process of learning, or the frustration that artists go through, nor the depressions that accompany their dry spells,…
