I hit a dry spell over the holidays. Felt deflated as far as creativity went. So Ric bought me new materials – ink pens, markers, pastels, and paper, lots of paper. Still, none of my photographs were inspiring me. I really wanted to create something from my own imagination, but have little faith in my ability.
So, I doodled vines. Over and over again, till the idea for the featured image came to my mind. Then, I thought of trees. I once loved sketching trees – why not try again. I got whimsical:
Now, I’m stuck on trees, and enjoying the ink so much:
Looks like trees are fulfilling my creative need for the time being.
Eight years now, I have been blogging. It has been a process of unfolding. In the beginning, I wrote for reflection, but as life changed, so did my need. I dug deeper and poetry emerged. I remember at one point telling my husband that I wished I could create my own images to pair with the poetry. In time, that wish materialized. I expanded to a second blog. Photography ignited a desire to paint.
The creative process doesn’t dry up, it looks for new avenues. It is a spider, creeping through dark places, seeking cracks, weaving inspired webs.
There is so much inspiration to be found here on the blogosphere. I am always uplifted by those who join in my weekly challenges. This week, our work was “kindle“. I’d say we are all on fire.