Patrick Farrow was the second person I ever interviewed, and I can't say I've had more fun on an interview than I did the afternoon I spent at his gallery in 1998. I didn't know him well enough to call him a friend, but we got on well in the ensuing years and I respected him a great deal.
As a result, my reaction to the vandalism of his statue in Depot Park is perhaps a little more personal than that of many others.
I have a love-hate relationship with Rutland -- I will talk a lot of trash about our inadequacies, but I'm also quick to defend us when others do the same. It is that much harder to defend Rutland when somebody here decides to deface one of the coolest features of our city. Prominent vandalism takes place in better communities than this, but at least they have the virtue of being better communities.
I was sinking into a morass of negativity last night when I came across a quote from Farrow in a 1984 story on the creation of the sculpture. I didn't catch the full context at first -- it was specifically about the attitude toward the arts in the area -- but it resonated more broadly for me:
A lot of people have sort of a defeatest attitude toward Rutland. You know, 'Oh, nothing ever happens in Rutland.' I've heard it so many times, and I don't really feel that way. I feel it's fairly fertile ground. It's fairly undeveloped -- underdeveloped, whatever -- culturally. That's good, that's not bad, as far as I'm concerned.
Pat Farrow saw something here to believe in, and so can I. The title of this blog post, as a quote, has an unfortunate origin, but it sums up my attitude. This is my home, my community, and I'm not throwing up my hands and writing it off. I'm staying here, and I'll fight to make it better.