Does art celebrate the temporary by trying to preserve it? Or is it an exultation of permanence? Is there such a thing? Is memory the only mold humans have to preserve? Perhaps recycling is the ultimate perpetuity, the collective embrace of reconstitution. When does a moment begin and end?
Louise Nevelson:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louise_Nevelson
https://www.moma.org/collection/works/81006
Guiseppe Pitrè:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giuseppe_Pitr%C3%A8
Marcel Duchamp
https://www.moma.org/artists/1634-marcel-duchamp
The Persistence of Memory: