Every year in Bellingham, we have this splendid festival: the chalk art festival. And every year, I forget about it until the next day, when my walk into town reveals a sidewalk more vivid, more illustrated than that sidewalk has been during the last eleven months. Every year, I think, belatedly, that I’d like to participate, but every year I forget – again.
Last year was the exception, because I actually looked into participation fees and then promptly changed my plans – who knew chalk and sidewalk could be so pricey? I abandoned any plans of participating for a few more years, at least.
This morning, however, our weekly trip to the Farmer’s Market revealed a sidewalk that was not only illustrated, but also populated, as the festival kicked off for this year. Cornwall was blocked off and full of white tents and art vendors, as well as the chalk artists themselves, all smudged in brilliant shades of chalk, fingertips, elbows, knees and all.
My favorite piece-in-progress was easily the peacock in front of Kendrick’s: all feathers and eyes, in blue, yellow and green. Tomorrow I’ll keep my eyes open for the winning ribbons.