I ran into this unofficial installation at the Arsenal Center for the Arts, when I stopped in to pick up the clay creatures my kids had crafted over winter break. Poor rocking horse, all broken and done for, waiting to go out in the next trash collection.
If my children had been with me, there’s no way they would have let me leave it there. “Let’s fix it!” or “We can use the head as a puppet!” or something else hopeful would have led to “pleeeeeze, mom.”
Scripture says not to put new wine in old wine skins. But it doesn’t say not to make a new wineskin out of an old one. I’m glad my children are learning to recycle, reuse, and renew. And I think the growing popularity of thrift store shopping and found object art is great.
As someone who grew up in an era of new is better, more is more, and “whatever,” I am re-learning the creativity, resourcefulness, and thrift commended in most sacred texts, including those of my own tradition. And a little child shall lead me.