We made a sun out of natural materials. To start, we found a piece of charcoal next to the fire place and sketched out a general vision. Next, we hammered nails in so that the plaster would stay.
This is where the fun started. We stood about six feet from the wall and threw fistfuls of the cow poop/earth/water mix onto the wall. You would think that it would smell bad and feel gross. But I, a city girl who had never done much dirty labor before, found this to be completely liberating and relaxing. The whole time I was laughing and giggling nonstop.
This was a good opportunity to practice my aim too. A few times I was laughing too hard and threw the poop too high, and it soared above the wall and onto Ian's bed.
Once we had enough plaster stuck to the wall, we started on the delicate matters, stroking the sun and pinching out the edges until we had sculpted the perfect spiritual sun.
To add color, we held spices in our hands (moron and curcuma) and blew them on. It's amazing how much of a ceremony this project became. It was almost as if the the sun moved through our bodies and onto the wood.
We finished the sun in about an hour and a half, and we worked without stopping, without doubting, without fearing. I think all art should be this way: a bit dirty, a lot of fun, and done in groups.
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