Last weekend’s OCCC arts festival was a lot like the previous arts festivals, and I suspect next year it will be a lot like this year, because in the postmodern art world of infinite, indescribable, anarchic, chaos, some things remain relatively static. While I am a fan of oil-based paintings of eagles or other Americana, extremely over-priced, hand-carved walking sticks, and “traditional” Native American Jewelry isn’t exactly blowing my mind.