“I can be who I am without limitation out here” Leaving the small town of Escalante, I wonder if it is sustainable to create art without the appreciation and validation of an audience. I had just spent a couple of days with Reiser, a man who, in fulfilling a long-held compulsion, remade himself into a sculptor and painter. The day before, after parking outside Reiser’s home, Henry bounded up with the unconstrained canine joy of seeing a long-lost friend. Reiser, tall, with athletic movements, bright blue intelligent eyes, and wild snowy hair, emerged from the shadows of his front yard, …