It is the time of the year again when I am ready to pay prime money for locally grown tomatoes. Tomatoes seem to come out better grown by other people rather than by me. I only do well with cherry tomatoes, but the rest…. the plants get too large, too heavy, fall over, the tomatoes fall off before they mature, or look all heirloom and taste like nothing, and all that for a whole summer full of love…. So, the farmers market it is (and my favorite farmers marketista).
For the last month, right next to the farmers market’s summer location on the big empty university parking lot an art exhibition has been taking place. Around 6 international artists started working away with large, loud, dust producing power tools on huge blocks of Maine granite to transform them into art sculptures. Mostly, it feels like visiting a dentistpaloozza with the drill noise and the dust, but it is interesting to see how the sculptures emerge from the granite with 8h/day of power tools. Of of my favorite sculptures is almost finished, as I saw today getting some tomatoes.