It seems like inspiration is in every nook and cranny of life if I can just slow down long enough to see them all.
And the swoop of the orange plastic that shifts color depending on where you choose to stand in front of it.
I'm knee deep in prep again. The studio looks like a train full of monkeys hopped up on lattes tore through. It's almost become an experiment to see how big of a mess I can possibly make before the room begs for mercy.
But it's all good. I'm attempting to stay centered and enjoy the process of creating all the pieces that I am. In the end, it's all about creating, isn't it? :)