In the years of early awareness we are aware only of the
external world. Our senses fill with
scent of the flowers of spring and the chill that touching snow with the naked
hand provides. We are keenly aware of
the hours of light and the hours of dark.
If it is light every bit of our internal energy wants us to be doing
something. We live on a clock that says
so long as it is light we should be exploring and doing.
When you are 6 or 8 colors make such a large
impression. The brighter the color the
better it is. Sidewalk chalk and tempera
paints give us a chance to take the color we have seen and processed in the rudimentary
structure of a mind we have at that age and put it back out there for comparison
to and appreciation by the world. We are
all innate artists with a desire to make something to do something.
I think what I like most about this photo is the hand prints
up in the corner. These palms and digits
expressed in chalk on concrete are shouting, “This is me. I am part of this
great glorious world. Notice me you passerby”.
I saw this handprints and I notices. It gave
me joy to know one or two young people had joy on a sunny day.
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