Slowly moving backward, the sandwriter Blom draws in the streets. Sand comes out of his long arm and decorates the ground;
a large flowery carpet,
an ivy garland or a flock of little hearts.
Small buckets filled with coloured sand are placed close to the drawings so that everyone can colour them and add a personal touch.
Abandoned to their fate, the drawings will be destroyed by man, nature or time;
only a memory will remain.