It is working you know.
The creative mind.
The seduction of the creative mind.
I am not really here to be an awesome seamstress. What I really want to do is DANCE. I am playing a game with the part of my mind that isn’t sure it can pick up a paint brush again.
So I look at this skirt. It’s a nice fabric, rich color and the sequined butterflies are fun.
The butterflies should be randomly placed, swooping down a hip, fluttering along the hem, not place equidistant from each other, carefully following the rules of symmetry. Oh, it could be so much more. If only I would pick up that brush.
I can feel my fingers itching and my mind is seeing possibilities.
So, one more photo. This is from the days of paint to my elbows and a little behind my ears, everyday. In the olden days….when my mind was painting. And where I am going next.