I have been a part of the Sawdust Art Festival for the last 15 years. I served a number of those as a board member, which is a delicate, time-consuming and demanding job.
But the most delightful times were just being there as an artist, interacting with thousands of patrons, people who come for the first time or those who return again and again. The Sawdust is a beloved and integral part of the tapestry of our town with 200 charismatic artists, alluring music, great food and an atmosphere that entices customers back each year. The “Dust” has always been referred to as “family.”
This last summer, I became so distressed and disillusioned I now feel I have to speak out.
We, the artists, elect our board of directors to do a difficult job and to represent us, to listen to our gripes, questions and suggestions. Of course, being a self-governing entity composed of controversial, creative people, like any large family there will always be predicaments — infantile and profound.