Street painters returned to Lake Worth for the first time since the 2020's sweet invasion. I gave top prize to this rooster. Ignore the blue straw and look at the incredible detail and patterned background.
The weekend festival swells the city's population by 100,000 gawkers, including as many as 600 artists from all over the country.
The festival's covid guidance (with apologies to Leonardo) was so last week but it reminded me of a fit woman I'd seen the afternoon before. She wore a fuchsia baseball cap and a matching t-shirt that proclaimed "Socialism Distance" which, unlike the "Let's Go Brandon" sweatshirts I saw in Sunday's crowd, at least made me laugh.
In 2020, Saturday night rain washed away a lot of painstaking effort but this year the weather fully cooperated.
Thom accused this non-binary artist of getting behind on his work because he took too long choosing an outfit, the top half of an itty bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini.
Several works paid tribute to more famous artists. Chris would have appreciated seeing Mucha in his Florida 'hood.
Frida Kahlo put in an appearance, too.
Vermeer was having a moment.
Not that anyone was heeding his advice!
Young street painters dominated. They generally didn't protect themselves from the sun as much as the old timers.
I didn't have the heart to tell this kid that most people referred to the singer he depicted as Johnny Cash, not John.
Local merchants sponsor many of the painters. Can you tell what this restaurant serves?
Although it looked as if fewer artists participated this year, the quality of their work speaks for itself.
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