My new role model is an artist and philosopher named Andres Amador.
Wearing a ponytail and a beatific smile, Amador uses a rake, his bare feet and a wonderfully creative mind to fashion elaborate sand “paintings” on California beaches. Sometimes, people see what he’s doing and flock to help him. Almost always, they stand in awe when his work is done, camera phones clicking softly above the gentle lapping of the surf.
Then, in a few hours, Amador’s gritty canvas has been swept clean by the incoming tide, existing only inside those portable phones and short-term memories, And Amador is fine with that — he just starts another sand painting. If you Google him, you can see examples of his work, and the joy it obviously brings him.
So what’s the lesson here? I’m sure Andres Amador does OK for himself in other areas of his art career. There is…
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