The large, white, double-primed canvas was laid out in the parking lot of the South End Arts and Business Association, held down on the corners by blocks of wood and stone. Artist Jean Cherouny was ready to roll, as it were. The crowd closed in as she began to stomp in a puddle of black paint on a palette next to the blank canvas.... Read more

I crouched near a light post beside a woman with her young daughter and took out my pen and paper. A man, presumably The Act, was circling two pyramidal metal structures with a wire stretched between them. No one in the gathering crowd spoke as he started pouring a clear stream of liquid from a white bottle onto the bricks at his feet. After a few laps, he finally spoke into the microphone mounted beside his face: “I make a quick boundary line,” he said. ”Some use rope; I use lighter fluid.”... Read more

The idea came while we were watching an episode of “Family Guy,” and the moment was straight out of a cartoon. One minute, we didn’t know how we’d spend our summer; the next, a light bulb clicked on above our heads. “Let’s start an ice cream truck!” we said.... Read more