Creative thought

I've been thinking about what has been inspiring to me over the years - this includes many things. Everything from religious art to gorgeous old houses. Even the particularly beautiful wrists of a boy I dated in college. What attracts me to these things is that they are not conventional. The old houses that I would take long, long walks just to see had a some wear to them. They were not in bad shape, but they were not meticulously kept, either. They had solid structure, and there were so many possibilities to be imagined for them - particularly when it came to imagining the lives inside of those houses, past and present.

Each of these things that I have found inspiring have evoked a feeling, something that caught my eye and my breath. Whether it was the way the sun dappled through the mature trees in front of a home, or the way candelight picked up the reds and oranges of a stianed glass window in a church at night, or the way the veins on my cute ex-boyfriend's wrists stood out when he shifted gears in the car. The feelings these things provoke inevitably lead to an elaborate mental "story," which then leads to the creation of some object meant to capture some aspect of this story.

So, ultimately, I suppose my inspiration comes not from beautiful objects themselves, but from the people I imagine are associated with them. It's an endless source of new ideas.