Played with my son's clay today. This guy had a body, made of clay. It was smooshed. The head was spared. So the new body was drawn.
This is temporary art. Not made to last, not meant to last, not gonna last. Sometimes, a liberating creative burst happens when the creation is less important than the creating itself. And every now and then, that freedom yields really fun stuff!
I look at this clay head and I just smile. It's CLAY. It's smooshable.