Endearment: Little girls in Tutus.
May 15, 2006

     Nothing seems to scare nor abhor Contemporary Art more than the notion of endearing oneself to a wide audience. Why need the forum which is supposed to reflect amongst the highest pinnacles of humankind's cultural ascent be so exclusionary. To paraphrase President Reagan "Are we better off now than we were before Contemporary Art embraced elitism?"
     On Mother's Day, I witnessed the heights endearment could propel Contemporary Art were the shackles of secrecy removed. A wide bandwidth of 300 Sedonans coalesced around some of Art's most classical and profound truth's: naivete, rhythm, inclusion, and comprehensibility. Utilizing one of Art's oldest forums, Dance, twenty little girls mesmerized their patrons with their transparency.
     For those Contemporary Artists who have the courage to commit to actually observing and interacting with patrons walking in the galleries who represent them, absent the pedestal of the opening night spotlight, what is more gratifying than the grandchild who says to their grandparent, "Come here, you've gotta check this out, it's so cool."
     Perhaps the consensual cocoon insulating Contemporary Art enshrouds pupae who can only fly on those thermals of hot air an absence of universal circumspection can generate. Until the green curtain was pulled back, we all bowed to the all-powerful Oz. It is time for Contemporary Art to embrace the Force that is inclusion, and lose the Dark Side of exclusion, it is so 20th century.