Art fairs change shape and move around, but I think of them as one place because their essential essence stays the same. The location might be a city I’ve never been in, but I’m at home as soon as I get there. Exhibit canopies go up, familiar faces go by, and for two or three days a little village of artists comes together and then disappears. This village is where I have lived most weekends, from May to October for over thirty years. The other place I live is a small historic village in Ohio where my wife and I raised a family. I also have a little art gallery and picture framing business in our hundred year old house. My story is partly about the double life street artists lead, being part of two very different communities.