Creativity is a spiritual experience for me. It is a prayer being answered.
I draw a card. It assures me the seeds have been planted. They have been tended to over the years and have grown. It is harvest time for me as inspiration brings forth its blooms.
Sometimes when I write I need to balance my time with painting. I came upon this old purse that was gifted to me fifteen years ago. I brought it with me. I had not worn it for a good while. “I need to bloom too!” it tells me. In between writing words, I paint these flowers with metallic fabric paint. They burst out of the beige, taupe and black into full color, surprising me with their three-dimensionality. Each flower tells me what to paint. I trust in this process. It soothes me and satisfies.
Now from the brush back to the words. The emerging book and the purse play together, happily.
