The concert and benefit dinner has taken on a life all it's own. Dare I say it's coming together "organically"? Oh I'm so clever. The theme is woodland.
Anyway, things are really underway. My dining room table is command central. Sugar Daddy is a dear sweet man for putting up with all my mess, amongst other reasons. He just shakes his head and says, "Where do you come up with this stuff?" I think I really baffle him sometimes. Oh well, that adds to the spice of our life wouldn't you say?
I could try to explain to him just how my mind grasps onto ideas and turns them into something similar or not similar at all. I could try to describe my creative process, but I fear it would be for naught. He lives in an entirely different universe with depositions and briefs and evidence. We both spend a lot of time with paper. The difference is I cut the paper up into to bits and rearrange it.
But here's my best go. This is how I create:
I start with gathering inspiration:
In this case I created a virtual style board from photos I found on the web, some of my own and some sent from friends.
Then I stew and brood until some ideas creep into the corners of my mind.
Then I begin. Usually with paper, fabric, metal, clay or paint. And I see where it takes me.
Dearest Sugar Daddy,
I fear you will never understand me or the things I do. I know you think me compulsive and at times, harried and driven to distraction, and in this you are correct. But I know you love me the way I am. I'm so glad the edges of our universes touch to create this wonderful, crazy family of ours.
P.S. Did I mention Mindy Gledhill is coming? Have I mentioned that? She is. Mindy is coming to sing in my backyard. She's coming. I can't believe it.