Eyerocks, by Cheri

We all want to leave something behind.

We desperately want to have mattered.

We want to believe that our lives were not coincidental and that somebody beyond a few years after our death might be grateful that we passed this way.

Most of us can, of course, leave footprints in the sands of time just by leading good lives and enriching those who love us. But it would be nice to be remembered for something material, too.

Some of us try to leave our marks by stringing words together and/or by creating beautiful, memorable music. We write, we paint, we dream and hope.

Greatness is not defined by talent or the volume of one’s efforts, nor by the the number of people who remember our names when we’re gone. Statesmen and artists leave indelible impressions of their work but nearly nothing of their personal selves.

Please meet my friend, Cheri Fuller.

Cheri is a passionate 60-ish wife, mother, grandma, friend and artist. The world is full of Cheris, of course. But this one is ours and she’s as uniquely gifted and personally delightful as nearly everybody whose name you’ll never learn nor remember, except for one thing:

Cheri paints Eyerocks and leaves them scattered about in the spirit of Johnny Appleseed.

If you occasionally wander the rivers, streams and the ocean beaches of Northern California, if you’re really lucky, you may stumble upon an original Eyerock by Cheri. They are individually simple and yet magnificently striking works of art found lying about, here and there.

Eyerocks by Cheri are nothing more than a human endorsement of the fragile beauty of nature and a statement, that we humans are also part of Mother Nature’s landscape.

We belong here and we matter in the grand scheme of things.

If you find one, turn it over carefully so as not to disrupt its canvas. You’ll see this signature.

Take a picture. Take two or three.  You’ve discovered a treasure that is, as far as I can figure, a unique gift to the world.

But, please put it back where and how you found it.