Arts in American Lives

Today, I joined 250+ virtual participants in a national convening on the future of American arts and culture. Organized by a few humble leaders and attended by a critical mass of people from across the arts ecosystem—artists, funders, researchers, policy professionals, and advocacy leaders—we addressed central questions on the prompt: What should the arts and cultural sector look like in 2045?


Creative Bones in Our Bodies

Maria pulls out the shoebox at her daughter’s kitchen table. Inside: forty postcards from her grandmother’s trip to Havana in 1957, three from her own honeymoon in San Francisco, a dozen her children sent from summer camp. She tells the story of each one to the family history circle that meets monthly online—how her abuela’s handwriting changed after the stroke, why her son drew a cat on every postcard from Wisconsin. The facilitator doesn’t call this “arts programming.” It was actually recommended as grief counseling. Maria doesn’t care what you call it. It helps.

David discovers watercolor tutorials on YouTube at 3 AM in his hospital bed. Chronic pain keeps him awake most nights. His occupational therapist mentioned it might help, so he watches a British woman explain wet-on-wet technique on his phone. By morning rounds, he’s painted seven terrible trees. His nurse asks if he’s an artist. He laughs, “I’m an accountant.” Something in his nervous system has shifted. The pain is still there, but he feels better.

Uncle Luis is a traveling musician who never misses his weekly video chat with Tyler in Houston. Tyler is thirteen, wants to be in a band, but struggles with relating to his friends at school. Luis grabs his acoustic guitar propped on the wall of his Madrid hotel room and shows Tyler three new chords. They’ll never perform together. There’s no recital, no teacher, no institution involved. Just a kid and his uncle, one teaching the other something he loves. Tyler is learning by ear, the same way humans always have. Luis worries, “Well, maybe it’s not the same at all.”

None of them (except Luis) would say they’re participating in “the arts.” But they are experiencing what we advocate for: creative practice as connection, healing, the experience of joy, and the transmission of cultures. In fact, society is awash in these new creative connections, and also deeply burdened by what they mean for the pathways forward.

Here’s the crux of our “arts” problem as I see it. We have consistently defined and defended a tiny institutional footprint while the lived experience of the arts is everywhere. We measure attendance figures and economic multipliers while the actual transformations are self-evident and they happen in kitchens, hospitals, and video calls.

Joy is our true unit of exchange, and it has always been non-fungible. This is not to say joy doesn’t produce great economic prosperity. In fact, not much can be truly valued without it. Joy has wonderful exponential properties, too. Watch it grow in a family, neighborhood, or community and behold the influential power that comes from joy over time.

The opportunity cost of our narrow focus? Enormous. While we fight for NEA crumbs, healthcare systems spend trillions. While we justify arts education, again, employers desperately need creative capacity and wonder what’s wrong. While we protect nonprofit institutions, commercial creative industries from LA to Atlanta wield massive global power with zero connection to our American values. We’re playing a very small game in an outdated arena when the importance and impact we describe is everywhere.

Three mindset shifts are available to us now.

First, recognize the full ecosystem. Creative practice happens primarily in relationships—families, friendships, communities. Commercial creative industries drive economic and diplomatic power. Nonprofits serve specific functions within something much larger. Stop conflating one part with the whole. Walk and chew gum on a global scale.

Second, flip from defense to offense. Stop justifying institutional existence. Start connecting city leaders to the creative capacities flourishing in their communities and the commercial powerhouses in their regions. Position all of it—relational practice, industry strength, institutional programs—as strategic assets for tourism, economic development, and global influence. Back your mayor, or work to get a new one.

Third, meet people where they are. Partner with healthcare systems integrating creative practice for brain health. Support schools, community centers, and veterans homes as creative practice hubs. The pathway to universal participation runs through these everyday institutions—through neuroscience, public health, youth development, elder care—not arts funding policy alone.

This approach is appreciative: it recognizes what’s already working. It builds on strengths and follows universal design principles as found in archetypes, stories from all cultures, and nature. It rests in accordance with sacred cycles, and is still always moving.

It’s emergent: the future arises from millions of small acts. Our professional roles are to remove barriers and create conditions where what is flourishing can ripple out. We don’t need to convince people creativity matters. We are neurologically wired to have those desires and seek their expressions. Our powers and practices are ancient.

It’s integrative: we weave together what’s been artificially separated. Creative practice is found in preventive healthcare, workforce development, community resilience, climate conservation, cultural diplomacy, and economic strategy. When we connect across sectors, we tap resources far beyond what arts funding policy can marshal.

By 2045, creative practice must be regarded as an American birthright in which everyone has skills, confidence, and community to pursue happiness, to make their lives joyful and meaningful. In two decades time, the opportunities of American cultural life will again be the reason international visitors flock to our parks, and immigrants continue to seek their futures here with us.

This requires honest reckoning. The institutional arts sector was built through exclusion—who got to make art, whose art got valorized, who had access, who made decisions. As we attempt the experiment again, we can become less perfect and more ourselves. All of us.

The democracy our children need is one where every person participates in making culture. Where creative capacity is distributed as widely as literacy. Where expressing yourself and connecting across difference is as fundamental as reading and writing, and is its own kind of fluency.

Maria, David, and Tyler don’t need us to advocate for them. They’re already doing it. They need us to stop pretending institutions tell the whole story. They need us to build policy around creative practice as a human birthright. It’s already everywhere, and our job is to prepare, promote, and protect the conditions in which joyful, creative lives naturally flourishes in every American community.

I cherish my years in DC arts policy before becoming a caregiver, a writer, and a social entrepreneur. The Posted Past is a social enterprise trading loneliness for connection, one postcards at a time. I’ve seen firsthand that person-to-person work creates more of the connections we need over time. Of course, we need policy, funding, infrastructures, marketplace strategies, and legal heft. We also need to exemplify cultural leadership with integrity in our families, at work and school, on the corner, down the block, and along the way.


Talking Points for the Wonks in the Room

1. RECOGNIZE THE OPPORTUNITY COST

“We’re defending institutional territory while leaving trillions on the table. Healthcare systems are integrating creative practice for brain health. Employers need creative capacity. Commercial industries from LA to Atlanta wield global influence. The opportunity cost of our narrow focus is enormous.

Where we’re coming from: Decades of defensive advocacy focused on protecting NEA funding and justifying institutional existence through impact metrics and economic studies.

Where we’re going: Strategic positioning of American creative capacity—all of it—as a force for global tourism, economic development, brain health, and cultural diplomacy. We tap into trillion-dollar healthcare, wellness, and economic development systems.

The opportunity: When we connect creative practice to sectors where massive resources already flow, we expand impact exponentially while strengthening the case for institutional support as one piece of a much larger ecosystem.

2. THE ECOSYSTEM IS BIGGER THAN INSTITUTIONS

“Creative practice happens everywhere through relationships—families, communities, in parks, at work, and through informal networks. Our policy problem is we’ve conflated nonprofit institutions with the arts themselves.”

Where we’re coming from: Policy frameworks that center institutional access and treat creative practice as something that happens exclusively by artists in designated cultural spaces with professional mediation.

Where we’re going: Recognition that creative practice is primarily relational and already flourishing everywhere. Our role is to remove barriers and create conditions for what’s working to spread—through schools, community centers, healthcare settings, and informal networks.

The opportunity: When we stop defending a narrow definition of “the arts,” we gain millions of allies already doing this work in education, healthcare, community development, and family life. We become relevant to how people actually live.

3. MEET PEOPLE WHERE ADOPTION ENERGY EXISTS

“The next wave of creative practice adoption is coming through healthcare, schools, workplaces, community centers, and veterans homes. These are trillion-dollar systems already integrating creative practice. Our job is to connect and lead in those spaces.”

Where we’re coming from: Trying to convince people that creativity matters, arguing for arts education mandates, seeking cultural policy solutions for narrow slices of the creative sector.

Where we’re going: Partnering with systems where people are already choosing creative practice for brain health, workforce development, chronic disease management, youth development, and elder care. We are at the leading edge of what’s working in each of those spaces.

The opportunity: Healthcare, education, and economic development sectors have resources, infrastructure, and urgency we lack. By positioning creative practice as essential to their missions, we achieve a scale and influence impossible through arts funding policy alone.


Circle Up



Question 8 on the Creating slide really got me thinking this time.

Q: Who is in your circle, and why?

It’s a practical question for me. My next studio circle (and my own creative practice) starts anew on January 7, and continues every Wednesday afternoon this year.

I’d love for you to join me next week or any Wednesday. My commitment to my creative practice is weekly, and I’m here every week to support yours.

In a quiet moment before the holidays I wrote a long list of everyone I have to thank this past year, plus all the people who left me wiser, and often awestruck.

The task in Question 8 is to acknowledge each person, and seek to know more about how they arrive or appear in my circle. It’s not an inventory, it’s a diagram. Who am I choosing to keep close and who is drifting away? And, what does my circle say about my values and how I communicate.

Caregiving changed my circle. Job transitions change it, always. Loss changes it. Some people move closer, others take off on a distant orbit. Some surprise you when they show up. The circles we create together become life boats when everything else shifts. Leaning forward changes it, too.

What happens on Wednesdays?

We gather on Zoom for 90 minutes. I introduce one or a pair of the questions—sometimes we’re completing the work behind us, sometimes creating the path ahead, sometimes both at once. We explore it together for 30 minutes.

Then you work solo for 30 minutes, mics off. Write, collage, draw, use whatever medium you choose. No need for special supplies or skills. Whatever is at hand—a notebook, some magazines and glue, colored pencils. Not your phone. We love technology, obviously, but tactile is important in this studio.

We reconvene for 30 minutes of reflection. You share only what you want—a sentence, an image, a phrase. No advice-giving, fixing, or solving. The circle makes space for you to listen to your own good sense, work your own puzzle, and most importantly, choose your own metaphor. If you want advice from anyone in the circle, simply ask privately.

How it works

Working through the questions alone has value. Working through them in a studio circle can be transformative. Weekly creative practice builds momentum, provides the pace of trust needed for relationships, and allows insight to unfold. We watch your work evolve together. Eventually, you trust the circle and it is safer to bring what’s difficult, tender, unfinished.

This year, especially, you are welcome. When we are all navigating transitions, tending to loved ones, reinventing our work, renewing our purpose, and searching for meaningful connection. A circle you can count on once a week may be essential. It is for me.

Join me on Wednesdays

We meet every Wednesday from 2:00-3:30 PM Arizona time via Zoom. Join for $5/month or $50/year for unlimited Wednesdays.

January 7 is special because we start the new cycle together. But every Wednesday works. Pretend we’re neighbors and drop-in. I do not mind.

Who is in my circle?

People who show up consistently. People who witness without judgment. People doing their own creative work and willing to support others in theirs. People who understand that making art—in whatever form—is how we make sense of our lives.

I hope you’ll be one of them, some Wednesday in the year ahead.



It’s a Pop Song

Up a gravelly trail on North Mountain, headed toward an elevation rise and a muscle challenge suited to me. My breath and footfall are a cadence, and just below it, the sound of the gritty sand.

It is like an instrument. A razz to a tambourine or a rainstick, alongside reliable percussion. The beat and brawn of my own song under my shoes.

I now know that I write in peculiar places. Moments in nature offer up melody or meaning that inspire me. A happy scaffolding to perch my words and practice a tune.

After a blissful first week at a new job, my imagination went wild on the possibilities ahead. In a land of ancient regenerative power, we would find our way again. This time, it was mine to lead a little.

Slide sets, yawn. Conference talk, not you. Story hour, quite a drag these days. I had been invited to an improv night, and to serve as a guest judge at a Western art show. Both met my creative criteria. I had dreams of being alive in the bureaucracy; of living my artful life even (especially!) in a largely administrative role.

Vistas opened in every direction as I slowly climbed. A simple set of lyrics arose.

It’s a pop song, and we all get along…

It went like that for the miles ahead, timing my heartbeat and breathing to the timbres in my limbs. Moving my arms and torso inside the emotion of words; building out gestures and lyrical phrases on the sandy path, suddenly a dance, too.

The invitation into the moment is unmistakable. Could I write a global jingle to save our sacred center right here on a desert path? The joy answered for me. Am doing, already.

You know how strategy tingles? I listen, look, linger, learn. I live with the insufferable ambiguities of not knowing. Eventually, I see a pattern. A story emerges, or a sensed opportunity. I call it catnip, a mild intoxicant that makes you purr, roll around, and count your lives left.

I wrote the lyric and lost the job. Two years later, still no replacement, and I can karaoke. Many more hills ahead. Music (not money) is the maker of memories. Mine are fine for me, and harmony is for us to embody. There is a root song and we can all sing our own.

[Lyrics just as they came out on the mountain]

A new way to read dance, walk it out, talk it out here. Angela is right, we all need to move more.

Yes the metaphor is meta-verse, but let’s still fight about form and first at the junction, the new menu for Senem, and then this, this is what we have in common.

It’s our bond, our problems. Give us this grace for grounding, give us some pace for founding a new nation every day in every way and in every matter make it be.

Infinite possibility charges uphill, picks her way down, ginger toed, knowing woes and occasional wonder like thunder out here, that smell.

Then fuck yeah, there’s a pop song, and we do get along. And we. And we sing as we-we mourn.

Yeah, then there’s a pop song. And we find a way home. And we all get along. Cause that’s a pop song it’s a pop song.

I took it to heart and I took it on a walk. I say Creative Aging like I’m not up, Ha, keep your heads kids, we gotta get lit, worry hurry cause you’ll have a bit. Cause is a pop song.


Walk ahead, wind in my face and over my shoulder, rolling the boulders like I swear and I told you. Table Mesa to my left, pin turn to the right. I can do this all night, and it ain’t even noon.

Kankō, salt lake sightseeing, you call me. Nick back on Highland, imma let you be. TicTac you in my life so far and so forward.

Someone called and I returned it, I took the book hell, yes, I burned, now I’m here and I def earned it, so maybe Valleys are for us to look up.

Yes friends, we all make the net ends that all-us live in, and at least one of us can can-can.

Remember us together through Heathers, and really fucking shitty weather. Whatever, I’m in to cause a pop song, so we all get along.