by Linda Mose Meadows
Sunday was a blazing hot Virginia summer day. As my mother would say, search check the day was “scorching!” Instead of running into Wal-Mart with my husband, clinic I enjoyed staying in the car and thumbing through The International Review of African Art Journal. Murals, landscapes, sculpture, oil paintings, mixed media, glass, and photography… Marveling at the creative works these artistic minds conceived made me smile. As the air conditioner blew across my face and shoulders, my gratitude was elevated all the more.
I’d glance up occasionally to watch the strolling shoppers. Then in a flash I witnessed a young adult couple who was having fun. Their cart was full and instead of walking side by side, the man was pushing the cart, and the woman was seated on the front end of the cart looking as though she was gliding through the air in a seated position. Her colorful sun dress resembled a moving canopy. This was human art in motion and they were lively. Moments later she jumped on the back of the grocery cart to park it. Whatever weighing concerns were in her life it wasn’t revealed in her actions.