Footpaths
The bicycle’s highway
With raggedy doll copilot
Running away from home
Once around the block
Before returning
For afternoon tea
There’s something intrinsically humbling about temporary art. You put effort into a piece of art only to have it washed or worn away.
It reminds me of Arthur Stace (9 February 1884 – 30 July 1967), a resident of Sydney, Australia, who wrote the word “Eternity” in chalk in a magnificent script.
All art serves a purpose, even if it’s temporary.
