PARK FINDS – THE ART OF KEEPING YOUR EYES ON THE GROUND

It’s Saturday, so habit would suggest that at some point today, or possibly tomorrow, you may well if you have kids (and might also if you have not), end up in a park.

Ahhh, the park. A place in which little bits and bobs that you had about your person often go missing by the time you get home. The park is a sanctuary for pen lids, bottle tops, kirby grips and bobbles, pennies, BB gun pellets, the prongs of broken plastic forks, and the list goes on and on.

Today’s post is an homage to the precious moment when your child finds something from the ground and commands that it’s a) for you, or b) for you to look after while I play, or c) for someone else who (inconveniently) is not at the park and it must be delivered safely to them later, so it is – for now – for you to look after.

Before thinking, ‘great… more bits of crap to deteriorate in my pocket’, consider this park-find moment one of (albeit momentary) magnificence. In this instant this little bit of tat transcends the ordinary and becomes real treasure for your child.

In deference to their eagle eyes I’ve elevated, illustrated and immortalised my kids’ park finds from the last few weeks. This broken, wilting, grubby selection will never be forgotten. Park finds – I salute you.

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When you’re back home, the TV’s been given the green light and you have five minutes, check out this lady, Candy Jernigan, who in her book Evidence, made an art of cataloging the bits and bobs of her everyday experiences that proved ‘she was there’ and that the art world chooses to call rather poetically ‘ephemera’.

Illustrations: Ruth Howes

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