• Kat Johnston Sketch: Scruff the owl. He's cute, he's scruffy... he's Scruff!
  • This, my dears, is Scruff. Although an unassuming little owl, he does have a rather interesting way about him. He’s enthusiastic – its what sets him apart from all the other owls – nay, all the other creatures. He’s not the best, he’s not the brightest, there’s certainly smarter, fitter, and more beautiful creatures out there, but none may match him with the pure passion with which he approaches things. Everything he does, he does with a raw enthusiasm most have seemingly been weaned off of.

    Can you ever watch a child, with their eyes shining bright, their hands simply covered in every colour imaginable with the sheet in front of them smeared with the most ungodly mess of paint, and not smile? For sure, what they have produced is generally fairly lacking on the artistic front, and things are undoubtedly going to be a pain when it comes to the ‘cleaning up after’ stage, but the look on their little faces when they hold up their hands so proudly, saying ‘look what I’ve done!’ – well… its something I don’t see so much in adults. This pure, enthusiastic joy of creating for the sake of creating, or doing something just for the process of doing something, rather than necessarily the end result… I like it.

    My hubby can tell you that every so often he will come home to find me engrossed in something or other – it doesn’t really matter what – only to see me giggling with insane glee at discovering something… or perhaps figuring out ‘ahh, so I can do things this way’, or getting a stroke of a pen just right to the point where I just know that I cannot touch it even once more, because what I have already created is simply perfect. Its rather incredible just how much fun one can have when you’re just doing something simply because you enjoy it, not because you have to do it, but because you just really really want to.

    Oh… and I still paint with my fingers. There really is just no better way sometimes.