Florence: Street Art

Yesterday the boys made up a detailed game on the driveway involving sidewalk chalk, the mailbox, and targets. A good reminder that games, and canvases, are everywhere.

I don't really understand (and by understand, I mean like) the ubiquitous city caricature artists or street artists who, row-upon-row, seem to be selling very very similar works of art, as if they got them from the same factory. I mean, in theory, I believe in art regardless of the type. I'm grateful that beauty is subjective. In practice, I often dream of an aesthetic police force.

But this, I like:

Supplies needed: chalk, masking tape, a sidewalk.

This, like good street music, is where your change wants to be thrown. Trust me.