I am so cold! I disagree with T.S. Eliot. February is the cruelest month. It was 14 today in Philadelphia and I wish I was below the equator where it’s summer now. The hot sun, the white sands of the Copacabana and some Samba music would be be nice. I always like to buy local bead work and crafts wherever I go. Here is a picture of a bracelet I got on a trip to Rio De Janeiro.
Artists don’t let the lack of traditional materials stop them from creating. And sometimes, the need to feed one’s family provides more motivation to make art than than waiting for one’s Muse. These forces converge on the beaches of Rio De Janiero where artists have found a way to make art and money from the sand and the ocean.
As you stroll along the beaches, you pass by realistic, intricate, larger-than-life sand sculptures. Looking is free, but if you want to take a picture, you stuff a few Reals in a can chained to a post in front of the sculpture. The artist spends the day with the sculpture, to maintain the fragile sand and water creation and to keep an eye on the can of money.
In the pictures above, you can see the artist stretched out on a blanket behind the sculpture. He raised his hand in thanks when we stuffed some money into his can. We, in turn, thanked him making our walk on such a beautiful beach even more special.