Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox.

Make 07/18/2010

I feel suddenly enamored by the idea of creating something (by suddenly I mean over the last few weeks). Not enamored in the obsessed with love sort of way, but more fascinated by the idea and its possibilities. To build, to create, to bring life and power into an object or place that held none before. To see in the mind, and have that sight realized by the work of one’s hands. I don’t have a medium, or really even any clarity in the matter, but I feel as though there is some great creative force building inside me that must vent itself eventually.

Now all I need is an inspiration. Or perhaps a muse…