Art flourishes in the desert.
At the Tubac Art Festival, streets are closed to traffic, excepting horse drawn wagons, and tents are set up in early morning while parking attendants put on lime colored jackets and sunscreen.
Two of the parking lots are already full by ten thirty this morning, and, from the third lot, sightseers get shoes dusty walking across dirt fields towards the Art Festival. The two block walk into the Village of Tubac shows old and new restaurants, galleries, gift shops, restaurants, bars, white tents sheltering exhibitors.
The Village itself is off Highway 19, between Tucson and Nogales, and, according to brother Alan, is changed since his last visit.
” None of that was here, ” he remarks and points at a cluster of retail shops, each one trying to attract buyers like flowers attracting bees.
This is the prime time of the year for retailers and a proprietor shows us his hand woven rugs from around the world.
” Is it hard to make it here in the summer, ” we ask?
The man squints a bit as if he were outside in a spotlight sun.
” We do the best we can, ” he says, ” you have to be adaptable. ”
This annual art festival will draw thousands and some will buy. Most visitors will look, socialize, have a bite to eat, deal with parking and logistics, take pictures.
It is a good day for a festival.
Rain, though always needed, would sour the mood.