I am sometimes so focused on making everything I create look as good as I possibly can that I overlook the importance of play time. So today I allowed myself a couple of hours of good ol' muck around. We were recently given an extra flower bed to look after, which we were over the moon about until we discovered that it consisted of nothing more than thick, sticky, heavy clay. It took us all of Sunday afternoon to dig out the clay and replace it with a mixture of manure and sand - meaning we now have rather a lot of clay to use up. But that is how 'Ben' the owl was born. Without any references to make sure he was 'right', I set to work outside with just my imagination. And you know what? It was bloody lovely. He might only last a short while (he's drying naturally in this nook in the barn, so I imagine he'll crack or get washed away in the rain) but his ephemeral existence has already taught me a few things: one being that worrying about perfection really doesn't do me any good. In the words of Kate Bush: "I think it's important that things are flawed...that's what makes a piece of art interesting sometimes - the bit that's wrong or the mistake you've made that's led onto an idea you wouldn't have had otherwise." So thanks Ben, you wise old owl, for reminding me about the importance of play.
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