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The arts are anything but dead in these rough economic times in John’s Creek, Georgia. The annual Arts on the Creek Festival is held every labor day weekend, and every year, all the art venues in town perform and have booths. Every year it’s blazing hot. And every year, my mother’s theater leaders decide that their high school aged kids should dress up in Renaissance costumes that the theater has lying around, and walk around all day in the blazing sun to showcase who they are.

And it works. They have been dedicated participants of this festival for five straight years and each year, it only gets better. Each year, the number of people attending performances at the theater go up. Each year, every volunteer that devotes their Labor Day weekend to promote a community theater that their children and maybe grandchildren will play at, earns the feeling that they are making it happen–they are bringing art and culture to the land of bleached hair and BMWs. Their children are becoming three-dimensional through their stable confidence from being on stage. Their own lives have a fresh, rewarding purpose that renews a passion in who they are. Each year, more volunteers and more students of all ages join the dynamic world of performing arts and all of them earn these feelings.

Art is spiritual and physical. It’s emotional but detached. It’s rewarding and disappointing. Art is the springboard for creativity. And through the arts in John’s Creek, people become whole with creativity.

This year, Performing Arts North’s (my mother’s theatre company) booth was especially spectacular.