Once again, the weekend of the Chalk Festival at the Cleveland Museum of Art came and went before I realized it. Every year I’ve seen the beautiful colored walkway around the back of the museum (2009), but I still haven’t witnessed or partaken in the weekend full of chalking goodness.
Once I disregard my twinges of “i should have been there!”, it’s an absolutely glorious sight. The typically gray stone walkway at the back of the museum is covered, square by square, with the art of strangers.
Many of the squares were drawn by children, of course, but plenty of adults and talented artists took part as well.
The thought of so many people coming together and each expressing their own creativity makes my heart happy.
It’s like a giant, temporary quilt, and everyone has lovingly put together a patch.
Even though I regret having missed my chance to contribute a square, seeing the aftermath without having seen the artists adds to the magic. And my faith in the random strangers of humanity is restored, which is something we all need sometimes. Everyone is capable of making pretty things, given the chance. It’s hard sometimes, after days and days of walking through crowds of people, to remember how beautiful humanity really is… but colors help.