Either way, the four painters, the ceramics artist, the woman who makes fancy dog and cat beds, the faux finisher, and Dave the funky birdhouse guy will all be moving out sometime soon. So will the Miter Box, big-deal artist Henry Schoebel's recently opened contemporary art gallery. In place of this quiet enclave for hardworking artists will be a spot where we can buy malt liquor, a package of Twinkies, and a gallon of gas. A convenience store where artists used to be. Because that's what Phoenix is really about: convenience. The hell with art, and arty types, and little boutique-y shops and galleries that might make our town into a place with some real texture and distinctiveness. What we want is ease and expediency. CornNuts and Corona.