I imagine building this community of Goldfield into something collective and interconnected.
How would an accountant fit in? An office manager? A seamstress? A clinician? Electrician? Farmers, we need. Child care, we need. Welders, carpenters, mechanics we need. Gold miners should be here. How do we all fit into society?
And then artists?
Well, as an artist myself, most of my friends are artists and almost all of them have to be part time artists. Trying to make a living in this world, an issue most of us creatives have had to consider is the question of what is necessary in this world? Is ‘art’ necessary?
This from Wikipedia: “Traditionally, the arts are classified as seven although the list has been expanded to nine. These being Architecture, Sculpture, Painting, Music, Poetry, Dance, Theater/Cinema, with the modern additions of Photography, and Comics.”
This town, at one time, boasted all these services. The traditional ones anyway. 20,000 people lived here back then and Photography was brand new and sought after. It was needed. Cartoonists too.
Right now I could walk over to the dilapidated building that once served the theatrical community. A recent storm punched a hole in its brick wall. We need to get on that, actually.
There, I just wrote a quick email to my friend, a County Commissioner about it and I told him I’d like to help patch that hole if I can.
And I guess that’s how it works.. artists fill two sets of shoes, “culturalists” and technicians. Somebody’s gotta’ patch holes and change carburetors and organize events; nobody HAS to put on plays, do they?
But they do if they can.
Science has a distinction between the ‘theoretical’ and the ‘applied’ sciences. Maybe life should have those two classifications as well. There’s thinking and then there’s doing.
I think I’ll start organizing a barter market soon. I dream of a farmer coming to look at an artist’s paintings and saying “ I can do alot of things but I can’t paint like that. I’ll give you 3 bushels of corn and 12 dozen eggs for that oil painting.”
“Make it 4 bushels and you gotcher self a deal.”