I recently sent my young nephew a paper object (a train). I warned his parents that it was coming through the mail, and that I did not expect it to last more than one gleeful scream and then be forever changed as strong young hands enjoyed an ephemeral object. And that was okay. I wanted to give him a gift that could be enjoyed in the moment and not worried about preserving.
These ephemeral works I created as a gift to myself … and probably to my neighbors below. I could not sleep and decided I should stop pacing the night away. And so I sat and found some paper and pens … and some leftover lip gloss and decided to see what might end up on the page.