Creativity is so elusive. It reminds me of a butterfly, fluttering along the recesses of my mind and the most inconvenient time. Sometimes, at 2 am when I am in a blanket burrito, fun imaginary will flip through my mind like an artistic slideshow. Or, probing questions..What would the texture of a gas giant be in metal? How do you make metal undulate like a jellyfish? Is RNA fascinating me or filling me with dread?
These are concepts that circulate though my mind and inopportune times. Yet, at the bench, I meander. I there are so many thoughts and yet none that have true from, that I give true from. So, then, I let the metal tell me what it wants to be. I meditate with it, using the elements, getting back to the roots and the physicality of creativity.