Babs hearts Traverse City

Yes. A gallery owner in the warehouse district was . . . ambivalent. He liked the hearts. He just wasn’t sure he liked them on his walls.

I have just had a little insight. Sometimes exploring art is like visiting a friend’s religious institution. It can be moving, beautiful, evocative. It can help you to understand your friend a little better. But if your friend came over to your house and insisted on celebrating a ritual just as you were sitting down to some excellent treats and a little peace and quiet . . . you might not be charmed.

Art should challenge us. It should raise questions, push boundaries – but it cannot demand that we participate. We, too, get to choose.

Thus endeth the sermon for the day.

The Cowboy has occasionally created surprising installations at the Writing Studio and Bait Shop. I would believe almost anything.

I will look forward to finding heartistry in a new context. I love the way you open up a new toy – a word or an image – and immediately set about figuring out how you can use it in ways the manufacturer never had the wit to imagine.

You make an excellent point, too – it is extremely annoying to have to change a beloved opinion. But once you’ve done it, you can have a lot of fun exploring the new world you’ve just discovered.