This week, the Blade celebrates art. Unfortunately, I don’t draw or paint. Sculpting and blowing glass are beyond my capabilities.
I can’t dance (don’t ask me) and my photography and videography skills are limited to tapping on my phone. I will admit to playing the Bad Lounge Singer (à la Bill Murray in the early years of “Saturday Night Live”) as an introduction to a community theater production held in the meeting room of a church in Artesia, N.M., population 11,301.