In preparation for our upcoming rock-painting event!
Last summer was hard for all of us, especially for those of us with very public-facing vocations. What do we do while the world is on pause?
I will fully admit I WAS NOT DOING WELL. I cried daily. Finding a reason to get out of bed in the morning was difficult. I’m a planner, and I had nothing to plan. I’m a life-long-learner and I had little to absorb and navigate… except for pandemic germs, and the I wasn’t finding my obsessive checking of the Covid Worlds Statistic page at all fulfilling. Interesting, sure. But not the healthy habit I wanted to create for myself.
I decided to embark on a random-act-of-art experience. I had recently breezed by a blog post about an artist who painted hyper-realistic human eyeballs peeking out of public places (wall cracks, knobs, concrete corners, and such) and although I didn’t have the painting skill that THEY were demonstrating, I thought I would embark on something similar: leaving little eye-ball gifts around my local park for people to be intrigued by, find, photograph and keep.
At first I just painted random stock-photography art, later in the season I asked for friends and family to submit photos of their own eyes to replicate (those results were better). As the summer progressed, so did my skill.
I was painting and rock-planting almost daily. Each hiding-session included a nice long minimum five kilometer walk. Perfect; good for both the soul AND the body!
In total, I created and hid over one-hundred and fifty eyes.
