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COLUMN - "Nut Mother - The cliffs of insanity"

By Marci Fifield – April 16, 2020

I'm one of those people who has a difficult time doing nothing. I feel like I have to keep my hands busy at all times.

Enter sidewalk chalk, stage left.

When my first child was old enough to want to play outside, I had to do the responsible thing and go outside with her. While I enjoyed the benefits of keeping a watchful eye on my offspring for safety reasons, it was so boring. Hence, my love for chalk art began.

In the beginning it was nothing more than a few doodles and writing all our names in fancy fonts, but I enjoyed it so much that I would attempt to do something larger and more detailed each time we went outside.

One global pandemic later, being out in the fresh air, sitting on my driveway accompanied by a 5-gallon bucket of chalk would be a major source of my mental and emotional well-being.

I don't need to explain to anyone how it feels to be a parent, or even a human person during this surreal time in history when we are all at home, all the time, so I won't. All I'm going to say is finding something you love to do in the comfort of whatever square footage you've been allotted, can be the difference between sanity and a straight jacket.

I'm including pictures of my favorite chalk drawings I've done. Most of them average about three feet in height, if you're wondering about how large they are. Please keep in mind that while this is all self-taught, it took hundreds upon hundreds of hours of practice.

I really believe if you do what you love, and you're willing to put in the hours, you'll find yourself with a new talent before the zombies show up.


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