For several years I ‘chalked’ at the Indio Chalk Festival. Grubbing away on the floor and removing all traces of fingerprints. The last couple of years there was a date conflict so I was unable to fold myself up in an abnormal posture for many long hours, however this year there is no escape from the reminder of the distance of youthful flexibility or why I don’t paint in pastels.
If you’re in the area on Friday, come and see me bringing the sky to earth, or come and join in yourself on either day. (Wear clothes that you won’t cry when they get wrecked…)