(Pic #1) Detail, reflection of a Chevy truck door on my hair salon wall. Woodland Hills, CA.
Now you see it, now you don’t.
Sometimes I think ART is messing with my head. It’s always when I least expect it — something catches my eye walking to or from an appointment. This time I was on my way to Salon Sirenetta for a haircut and highlights (not exactly critical to the story, but nonetheless) when shiny, tombstone-like patterns on the parking lot wall jumped out at me. (Pic #1)
(Pic #2) Minutes later — the art had vanished.
I couldn’t tell if they were caused by a funky paint job, or maybe a gifted local muralist. Upon further inspection, I saw that they disappeared when I walked by. Light bouncing off a big black truck door was causing all the hubbub, and I played with the shadows and reflections until I was satisfied that was the source.
Art can be transitory, sildenafil fleeting, and when it’s really on its game — a big tease. With the shifting of the sun, the patterns above just lasted a matter of minutes — and by the time I left the salon, the whole work of art was gone. (Pic #2)
Despite its trickery, or maybe because of it, I find this kind of interplay exciting. There’s something about savoring an ever-so-brief moment like this that stirs up my own artist within.
It reminds me of the “zen” experience of painting on a Buddha Board. As you see in the video above, you paint with water — so your designs disappear in a matter of seconds. The practice is a great exercise in connecting with the present, and not being obsessed with outcome. Process — not product. The work you paint now, will soon be a memory. There is no time to get attached or judge your results. It’s the ultimate lesson in “letting go.”
