My Christmas gift-giving usually goes something like this: Ripping of wrapping paper, followed by a gasp. “It’s beautiful! Did you make it?” Long pause as I fight the urge to take credit for the creation in my loved one’s hands. “No, but I bought it from someone who did.” And to give credit where little is due … I did find the artist, so that’s something, right? In fact, I selflessly scour the artist festivals, farmer’s markets and street fairs of the state to do my holiday shopping en plein air (that’s artist talk for outside).