Early Morning Chalk
Fiona is up early. The sun is peeking over the hill on which her house rests, and the morning air is still and quiet. She approaches the miniature easel and lifts a large piece of chalk to its surface. Minutes pass, and she is lost in the lines and colors. Suddenly, the easel is abandoned, and she heads toward a concrete wall with the chalk still in hand.
Here no easel is needed, the canvas larger than her own body. The image begins as an animal, but eventually becomes its own thing, as patterns and swirls complicate the gray surface. Soon it will be time to leave for school, but the pile of chalk at her feet will be waiting, and she will reenter the process at precisely the moment she left it… never quite finished, forever evolving.