A new project is taking shape. But I let it percolate. It is a need this percolation. Letting an idea sift through my days. It drifts in and out of my thoughts during daily tasks that have to be done.
Standing in the garden as the sun comes up, watering plants, I see the washing line and my thoughts wander back to the project. Is it possible to use the medium of mosaic? I think so.
The plants are well watered by now as I have begun a mental list of all I will need to complete the piece of work.
Walking with Dog, I see abandonded, rusted fencing wire lying in a tangle beside the track. How to display my work? Later that day, armed with wire cutters, I release the wire and drag it home. It will be useful.
I begin to notice how clothes hang on people. How folds of cloth drape and ripple.
In a queue at the supermarket, I see pleats of cloth hanging from tired shoulders. The rumpled dresses and trousers of small children.
Sorting through old family photographs, the spark is lit again and I grab a pencil and my sketch book.
I find this part of the creative process takes some time. Colouring everything I do. Anticipatory, joyous and perplexing by turns.
5 comments:
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Ah yes, indeed, the process is important and wonderful indeed. I look forward to what emerges.
You have my imagination racing with this post. My favourite phase of the creative process is this mulling and brewing over a new idea. Enjoy!
I like your paths as much as your finished projects :)
I remember the taking of that photograph! I shall await with interest to see the inspiration it gives you.
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