Annual art on the asphalt Chalk has a way of fleeing its boundaries floating, smudging, staining. As artists of all ages knelt in the middle of their taped-off squares over the weekend, fine clouds of colored dust drifted from their murals in the hot wind. Smudges of sky blue streaked the artists sweaty foreheads where they had pushed back their hats and bandanas. A plume of peacock purple bloomed on Murrieta-based ... |