Inspiration is a funny thing. It comes in waves — either you have an overabundance, or none at all.
Sometimes color within an image is the inspiration. Sometimes it’s texture. And sometimes it’s just the view through a window.
I am always fascinated by doors. Especially the colorful, ornate, doors in Mexico.
And paths are intriguing…where do they lead and what awaits you at your destination.
Over the years, I have created a very large (and still growing) catalog of photographs. When I am looking for inspiration, I start flipping through my files. Sometimes I get lost in the memories. Sometimes I get hit with the lightening flash of inspiration, and I am compelled to get in my studio and get busy. But more often, inspiration comes as a slow burn…it simmers for a day or two. I play with fabric and in my sketchbook. And slowly it builds up until it boils over into something beautiful.
What inspires you?