Unlike Goldsworthy, we were slaves to time, having a few precious minutes per day to create our works. I used objects that I found around me, that were dead or invading native plants there. Besides my hands, the wind, gravity and the work of time slowly sculpted their own art out of mine, though they took no credit.
Sometimes, obstacles were thrown in my path such as the "Crack in an Oak" which was created by putting dandelions in the furrows of Oak bark. This proved to be impossible when I reached the far side. So, I had to move it further to the left so that the dandelions could sit in the bark's creases.
While sitting upon the hill out in the recess field, I happened to look down and find a small piece of bark with a hole in the middle and I used it as a natural picture frame.
I feel like I should be reflecting on this very positively, because it was a lot of fun, but, it seemed too rushed. Don't get me wrong, if I could do this again, I gladly would, but maybe I would spend more time actually doing more work than sitting around and I would have done some at home, too.
I suppose if there was one thing that I gained from this project, it would be that I should spend more time observing the little, detailed things in nature instead of large, beautiful views. I tried to observe the tiny, intricate things such as anthills and give them more beauty.
My belief is that people are so caught up in the river of life, that they forget, completely to stop, take a breath and go on a long walk in the woods. Beauty in nature is all around us, but some choose to ignore it. Soon it may be gone and then they may notice it.