This week’s Write Anywhere should have been posted last week. I had a minor surgery on my right arm, and I was too lazy to try to type and load this post solely with my left hand. It’s healing fine. Please forgive the delay.
I love getting around creative people. They don’t have to be writers like me, any type of creative pursuit inspires. I may not have the talent or skill to paint, sculpt, sing, build, sew, or act, but I have to admire those that allow their creative selves an outlet. My town provided an outlet for those willing to brave the heat, and their fellow citizens critique, and it didn’t fail in its ability to inspire.
Write Anywhere #64: Chalk Art Festival
Perfect weather cheered the heart after weeks of tornado outbreaks at the ‘Chalk It Up’ Art Festival in the downtown Rose District of Broken Arrow, and let would-be artists of all ages create their masterpieces along the pavement on Main Street.
The acoustic strains of ‘Mr. Bojangles’ from a local band wafted down the street while the crowds watched the chalk art appear. An inordinate amount of funny-looking little dogs pulled their owners along on leashes, and neighbors visited together while waiting in line to place their ballot for their favorite chalk art.
The thirsty clamored for cold bottles of Jarritos from a cooler in front of the Mexican restaurant and kids clamored for balloon animals.
Street performers did their best to entertain, but the focus was the chalk art.
Despite the transitory nature of their creations, the artists put all their effort into their pieces. It reminded me about the temporary nature of writing, those bits and pieces, beautiful words and ideas that can float through our minds and wash away, like chalk in the rain, if we don’t capture them in the moment.
I try to keep as many idea ‘buckets’ around as possible: notebooks, phone apps, voice recorder, and pocket Moleskines, but more ideas escape me than I care to admit. The chalk artists inspire us to embrace the moment, and be brave enough to let those ethereal bits go without regret. Maybe they come back when we make a habit to embrace creativity, both ours and others.
Where did you write this week?
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