Artists, musicians and writers descended upon downtown Lake Worth Beach last weekend to cast off the dross of the everyday and challenge the mundane with art.
Armed with chalk and imagination, the artists transformed conventional tarmac into works of beauty, while the musicians filled the air with busking and the writers did what writers always do: stood apart, observed, remembered.
What feeling soul would not have wished the festival a day or two longer, would not crave more art in our monochromatic lives? And what human with the tiniest erg of empathy would share no pain with an artist who, after spending two days on hands and knees creating their chalk masterpiece, witnessed their effort smudged off the roadway by the first automobiles to travel the unblocked streets, automobiles whose eraser tires announced the victory of the humdrum and monotonous over the festival’s eruption of the humane?
The sole solace to creators and viewers alike resided in our knowledge that all art is impermanent - as are we.
Carl Imboden - The Palm Beach Post
