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One year, when visiting NY with Holly, we were very into the interiors of the buildings in the city. Well, I was anyway. We went to the NY Public Library, and I personally was in awe of the carvings in the building’s study area—the ornamental wood carvings, the stained glass. Oh, so many treasures hidden in NY.

I have but one small treasure, which I truly treasure from that trip. Holly gave it to me for Christmas that year: an Einstein boggle statue from the library’s gift shop, which I so chuckled at.

So many don’t treasure the money, the time, the place—to sit in silence like Holly and I did in the library’s reading area and just marvel at the beauty of the art created there so many years ago. The person’s hand that touched that wood and created that swirl in the grain, then smoothed out the dust from their tool and went on working, loving what they did. Admiring the wood and the mark it made, never realizing it would make such an everlasting impression through time.

Today, art—I ask myself, as I look at the Einstein boggle statue, loving it, thinking about that curve in the wood the artist made so many years ago in the NY Public Library—I know the Einstein statue will not have the lasting effect that the curved mark in the wood has in the NY Public Library. Also knowing that some of the works in my current exhibition won’t either.

I ask, what are we doing to art? I fear what we are doing to art within our culture. I really do fear what is happening to art.

You still have time to visit my exhibition, The Real, the Imagined, and Freedom. It is now on view at the Campanile Center for the Arts, Campanile Gallery in Minocqua, Wisconsin, and will remain open through March.

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