This afternoon, I drew a labyrinth on our driveway. (It was part of a project in which I'm living out my fantasies of being a graphic artist. A little chalk, a little Adobe Photoshop, some uploading, and life is good.)
While I was drawing the labyrinth (and before I played with Photoshop), a woman stopped to talk to me. She's from Somalia, and wanted to know if I lived in *that* house. I do. She told me I was a farmer, with a warm smile.So, today I'm grateful for sidewalk chalk, labyrinths, my Mac, tomatoes, and neighbors--she says she just lives over on 50th Street.
5 comments:
I find it amusing that you find ways to fulfill your graphic artist dreams while I invent ways to be a museum curator, like with the blog I hope to create to accompany a Dead Sea Scrolls class.
Nice labyrinth for a farmer!
I wish I had a driveway where I could draw a labyrinth!
maybe the church parking lot...
Maybe you could paint it on? I think that would be very, very cool. I want a labyrinth to walk every morning! You could do it in really cool, loud colors-- make it sidewalk art and meditative practice space.
I agree with orangeblossoms...paint it on in orange paint! That'd be the best of all worlds for you, yes?
I used to walk one in Atlanta fairly regularyly that was small shrubs. Teri, Perhaps you could plant a labyrinth. And then you could be a farmer and a labyrinth builder. Like molly. :)
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