Yes, but...

Kseniya Simonova's Amazing Sand Drawing

When I first began watching this my initial delight turned into mild annoyance, which, granted, is not an atypical state of mind when one is loaded with expectation.
As the admittedly gorgeous "artist" started swirling bits of sand around, turning faces into places, and emptiness into parks and more faces I was hit not so much by a sense of awe as a sense of "how random". The temporal nature of such art bothers me (even though now, thanks to youtube, we have these creations on tap forever) and more so, the feeling that I'm watching a piece of performance art rather than an artistic piece in and of itself. I found it hard to fathom installation pieces that involved much logistical planning and yet could only be enjoyed for a short while, but as I grow older I find the ephemeral nature of these works vastly appealing. Here now, gone tomorrow like so many good things in life, you either take the trouble to catch it in time, or go on wondering what it actually looked like in real life. The flip side of this is sculptural works of course, my personal favorite as an art medium. Sculptures are made to last, with their hearts of marble, stone, steel or glass, they defy time, outwit it by outlasting their creator, who over time recedes into meaninglessness, unimportance, as the message of the sculpture takes over.The impulse that moves every treehugger comes to life within me whenever I pass a solid hunk of stone, tame and carved by an artists hand into some unique expression unlike itself. In a way its the antithesis of the swirly sandbox artist here, in another they are the same attempts to reorganize original matter into the creator's vision, with, how do I say this diplomatically, very different results.

"Cat Among the Pigeons"