You know that feeling where you just have a crazy little buzz and everything feels a bit too hectic. That's when I start gnawing nails, or culling or rearranging rooms . Sometimes it an avoidance strategy to avoid an unpleasant task (e.g. laundry) or thinking about something of a looming nature (e.g. surgery) . It keeps me awake some nights and wakes me from sleep on others. Yesterday it crept into my happy place at work...
so I played with mud.
There is a great deal to be said for the joy of mud which is probably why children are so drawn to it. I've had mine swimming it from when they were little but I doubt they'd deign to undertake such a thing nowadays- except if there's a ball involved to disguise the primal joy of mud wallowing.
So I got some mud- clean, pretty, white porcelain mud that had gone hard in the bottom of a bucket.
It needed a swish around with some water and a big potato masher type of thing.
The whole gooey mess was quickly slopped into a big bowl shaped mould and gently coaxed into a convex shape.
Then, after a deep and satisfying sigh, I left it to dry. It was worth doing just to see the faces of the boys walking past. A lot of them do NOT like getting dirty.
I'll fire it when it dries and see if it becomes something or whether it was just a cathartic bit of fun.
The paper should all burn out leaving the exoskeleton of the clay. A bit of alchemy, a dash of mystery. Good times!