Robert C. Koehler: Creating art: If it’s fun, it’s alive
As I trek toward the Great Unknown, as life’s struggles seem to intensify, some odd questions keep recurring.
Art — what is it again? Why does it matter? How does it matter? What does it mean to be “good” at it?
That last question, in particular, can cut like barbed wire — especially if you’ve been swimming all your life in a sense of mediocrity, having learned that the Temple of Art is the home of the blessed elite. There’s Mona Lisa, then there are scribbles and doodles: baby stuff. End of discussion. Your grade is
