The bicycle’s highway
With raggedy doll copilot
Running away from home
Once around the block
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.