A fresh snowfall on a lake is a wonderfully blank canvas —
A winter stage of sorts — if you’ve got the right perspective — and I do.
From my 17th floor office window overlooking Lake Normandale, I can watch the sun both rise and set for a certain number of weeks in the year. And in the precious hours of winter daylight I am a skybox spectator at a dynamic art show in the snow.
The artists come and go as the snow flies. Their works of art evolve with the elements.
Intricate whirled patterns made with steel-belted brushes, masterfully driven from start to finish with purpose and precision.
Pairs of foot prints stamped with intention to create large scale abstract geometric patterns.
Grafitti-like smears here and there —
Declarations of hello and love and peace and—
Oh my —
Is that what I think it is?
In a bold salutation to the south facing windows of the 8400 Tower — the ultimate —
Hard on —
And apparently — art being art — with the power to elicit strong —
And often extremely polarized responses from different people —
The building management was called. Human Resources was alerted.
And then — like a four-hour trip on Cialis, it was decided to bring this masterpiece down —
With a stomp.
Cheers from some —
And from others —
While it lasted.
The above photo, entitled “bleep”, was taken after the stomping out which is visible in the upper right corner of the frame.