Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Look at these cool mud heads we found on a trail a few weeks ago. It was in the middle of a barrage of storms, so the trail was heavy red mud full of craters and orange puddles. Someone must have gotten inspired and decided to sculpt a couple of whimsical heads out of it.
We found them curing on a sunny berm to one side of the trail, looking up into the sky like a pair of idlers with no particular place to go. Maybe they have names. They haven’t told us yet, but I think they’re glad we rescued them from that spot because if they’d been left there they’d surely have returned to their mud state and nobody would have laid eyes on them ever again.
We think they’re art, found art. And they’re going to get a nice place on one of our shelves where they’ll inspire conversation and recollections. With any luck we’ll remember where we found them, since even now we say, whenever we walk past that berm, “There’s where we found the mud heads.”