Buddhists have a ceremony where they gather round and scratch cathedral-sized patterns in the sand. Finishing days later, the monks step back to admire their handiwork and then, before you can even snap a photo, wipe it all away.

Westerners want to slap them on their shiny bald heads: "What are you thinking?! You could sell this at a museum or something."

And the Buddhists would smile as they mumble about beauty and impermanence.

The Buddhists would like Scott Wade, notorious Texan windshield artist...

Scott has turned "Wash Me" into an art form that answers earlier postmodern classical abstract principles championed by the expressionist era.

He sketches in dirt.

Scott uses his fingers along with basic art supplies such as chewed-up Popsicle sticks and saliva. It gets pretty dusty in San Marcos, so canvas is free.

Scott spends much of the day perfecting a piece even though it's good only till the next strong wind. Grateful drivers will not rinse the art, paying no mind to the fact that IT TOTALLY PREVENTS THEM FROM SEEING OTHER CARS.

But then what's a little fender bender in this world of beauty and impermanence.