So I was recently on a trip and while looking out the window out the airplane I was so inspired by the clouds. I started planning images in my head and before I knew it this was born. It got me thinking about everything that I find inspiration in, nature, music, and life in general. Creating something is a need for me. I feel the tug constantly, if I ignore it then I feel stagnant, and to me there is nothing worse then that old stale feeling of not creating for myself. My creating process goes like this; I look around me and take in the scenery. I might see a flower that is unique, or a bold color, or hear a song that the lyrics speak to me in some way and it gets me thinking about an image to show that emotion I felt at that exact moment.
“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off… They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.” - Pearl Buck