This is the kind of Sculpture that changes with the seasons and with the animals. The donkeys and sheep nibble on it, eating off the bark then chewing on the bare branches. The sheep use it as a scratching post, leaving tufts of wool behind.
There’s a protected space within the sculpture where the animals can’t get, yet. I’ve thrown some seeds beneath it, picturing them growing up through the branches, giving them leaves and flowers again.
But I don’t know what will happen, that is part of the sculpture. Letting go of control and allowing the forces around it,the animals and nature, work their own magic.
Feels so witchy. Love it.