Yesterday I had the pleasure of going to Ocean Beach in San Francisco with a friend of mine to watch one of his sons create an art piece along the edge of the surf at low tide. David’s son, Ian, has been doing this for a while and a local TV crew was there to film him for an upcoming segment.
It was a gorgeous San Francisco day with cobalt blue skies mixed with wispy fog. At times it turned into full-on fog and overcast skies but Ian did not slow down one bit, and the atmosphere made for some spectacular photo opportunities for the proud papa and me.
I was amazed as the piece developed and grew into the size of a football field. Ian created long sweeping arcs in the sand by riding a bicycle and dragging a rake along to sketch out his design. Detail work and broad fill-in strokes were done on foot.
At times he resembled a farmer tending his field or perhaps an ancient soul on the plains of Nazca, carving geoglyphs into the high desert of Peru. In stark contrast to the work of the ancients, Ian’s art is temporary and soon lost to the wind and tides, and trampled under by the feet of passersby.
I think that Ian’s work carries a subtle message for us all. Do your best every day and don’t rest on your laurels, for Tomorrow is another day.