Riding home from work on Friday afternoon I sat at a quiet side-street intersection waiting for a stoplight to turn green. My peaceful wait, watching the birds on the street trees, was suddenly interrupted by a blast from a car horn, followed immediately by some verbal abuse. I was minding my business AND obeying the vehicle code as it applies to cyclists, yet here was an impatient fellow, wanting to pass me illegally and being rather rude about it. I’m fortunate that most of my daily interactions are with pleasant and thoughtful people, still this fellow and his trunk full of aggression rattled me deeply. Saddened me.
But, it’s Portland and a city full of community-minded people. So, I don’t have to look hard or travel far to have my faith in humans restored. There’s nothing like some art to revive my good spirits, and nothing like a community art project produced by kids to restore my hope for humanity. I do after all thrive on optimism and devour idealism for dessert. And what a delectable treat this mural was to discover.
Even better, this quote on the informational poster next to the mural:
“I knew everything when I was born. I knew in my heart ways to take care of the world. Now, I can draw those ways.” ~K.S. age 5
Keep on drawing K.S., your art is already making a difference, reminding me that what most of us hold in our hearts is a desire to live in a better world; one where we look out for each other and for the planet. I couldn’t hope for more.