So for a while I’ve had a blue brick building as a symbolism of my creative space. As much as I love nature and spending hours a day painting, that peace I feel it isn’t in some space or place. That breath of fresh air, the sparks of brilliance, yes when I’m in my zone the ideas keep coming and I surrender. The space, the place it lives in me! My creative place, the place where my best work lives is within me.
I’ve created in the classroom, on the bus, on the train, in the car, at the office, at the park, in the store…yes my best and I mean the hours and days when I had that spark. I was able to talk myself out of doubt and into the idea.
As I write this, I’m in a restaurant. And it’s only going to get better!