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I suppose there is a continuum of permanence in artistic media. At the most permanent end is marble but until they find a quarry of it in a wide range of colors, it won't be the medium for me.
At the most fugitive end of the scale, it seems to me, are the elaborate mandalas made in sprinkled colored sand by monks. As soon as the last grains are dropped into place they literally blow the whole thing away. This is to remind us, once again, of the transitory nature of the human condition.
I'll settle for somewhere in between, with my oils.
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