I enjoy spending an hour or two crafting a lovely meal to display on the table only to be devoured shortly thereafter. The boys and I have spent hours drawing with sidewalk chalk knowing full-well the rain is coming. I write messages on the beach proclaiming my love of kin.
This reminds me of the development of temporary art (here's an interesting artist who happens to be from here in Eugene - see picture at right, sourced from the linked article). However, this is hardly a contemporary development. Disregarding the culinary temporary arts, which have been around as long as people have been eating and sharing food with one another, the buddist monks have been doing temporary art for centuries. I have not researched this topic at all, but I would not be surprised to find out that temporary art has as long a history as mankind (of course, in the scope of history, all art is temporary, no?) Let's face it, the most joy is often found in the process. Action is where living happens. Static art, while I love to view it, is much harder for me to create.
There is balance to my delight in temporary art. Generally speaking, I do not like to spend more time creating something than it will take to destroy/consume it - unless the joy from the destruction/consumption is so great that it makes it worthwhile (complicated domino trails might qualify)
Perhaps I am not making sense but I am up past my bedtime. There is chocolate cooling in my freezer, and melted on my stove, and I have to get back to work! Perhaps some of you readers will be able to help me destroy this creation later today.