by Violet Rebecca Jones
There is nothing quite as delightfully unexpected as encountering a work of beautiful art on the sidewalk while going for a stroll. There is something about happening upon something when we least expect it that increases the epiphany of the experience. Sidewalk art is like that, and then some. When something is there for only a short time, and we are lucky enough to have come upon it while it is still there in all its glory, somehow its value is increased, our appreciation is revved up, and we realize how lucky we are.
To think that someone would devote so much time, energy, and skill to something that will only last until the next rain is astonishing. While we appreciate the old masters whose work endures in the ceilings of old churches, we stop, we photograph, we oohhh and aahhh over that which we know for certain will soon disappear.
While strolling through the beautiful downtown of +Greenville, SC, I stumbled across just such a masterpiece. I was in awe. The colors were beautiful, and I could only look in amazement as the artist put the finishing touches on the masterpiece in the blazing, hot southern summer sun. He was bent over on his knees on the hard, blistering hot concrete, chalk dust covering his entire body, and so engrossed was he in his work that he did not even look up as passersby stopped to admire his work.
If we would all devote as much time and effort into our work as this young man, simply with the desire to do our best, think of what a wonderful place this world would be.
There is nothing quite as delightfully unexpected as encountering a work of beautiful art on the sidewalk while going for a stroll. There is something about happening upon something when we least expect it that increases the epiphany of the experience. Sidewalk art is like that, and then some. When something is there for only a short time, and we are lucky enough to have come upon it while it is still there in all its glory, somehow its value is increased, our appreciation is revved up, and we realize how lucky we are.
To think that someone would devote so much time, energy, and skill to something that will only last until the next rain is astonishing. While we appreciate the old masters whose work endures in the ceilings of old churches, we stop, we photograph, we oohhh and aahhh over that which we know for certain will soon disappear.
While strolling through the beautiful downtown of +Greenville, SC, I stumbled across just such a masterpiece. I was in awe. The colors were beautiful, and I could only look in amazement as the artist put the finishing touches on the masterpiece in the blazing, hot southern summer sun. He was bent over on his knees on the hard, blistering hot concrete, chalk dust covering his entire body, and so engrossed was he in his work that he did not even look up as passersby stopped to admire his work.
If we would all devote as much time and effort into our work as this young man, simply with the desire to do our best, think of what a wonderful place this world would be.
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