Took 40 high school artists to the Flint Hills last week.

 

The purpose was to get them out of the city, let them seen an expansively beautiful place–in this case the Flying W Ranch–then set a pasture on fire.  The fire of course renews the tallgrass, so it’s about rebirth, not destruction.

 

Not only did this satisfy any pyromaniacal needs the kids might have had, it gave them great ideas for art, which they’ll soon execute.  After that’s done, we’ll put on a show for them at the gallery.

 

I’ve been mentoring some of these kids for a couple of years.  Don’t tell them, but damn I love those punks. 

Could one of them someday become president?  Sure, if they chose to.