I remember the first time I saw someone’s painstakingly precise representation of a Renoir drawn on the pavement around Washington square.My first thought was; “How beautiful, and amazingly detailed for pastel on concrete” followed by “God I hope it doesn’t rain.”
Today, walking through Union Square, I was reminded of that feeling.
From sand castles that get washed away to ice sculptures that melt,
we so often see art made only for the moment. It’s like life, whether we like it or not… it fades, we can only truly appreciate it while it is there in front of us in all of it’s glory.