There are artists who create for themselves. On my walk to breakfast the other morning, I passed by the big purple fence on Brookline Street headed into Cambridge. This walk is a ritual. The big purple fence is part of the landscape here. It’s known more moons in this city than I have and more legs than I will ever meet. I was lucky enough to see the artist. I am humbled at the site of one who creates for themselves and others.
In the world, there are people just like this one. I am grateful.