I just can't get it out of my head; the intangible ambiguity of inspiration. The encouraging notion of creativity in the most unlikely of circumstances. My hands were marinating in vivid liquid, my senses were offended by the bitter aroma of vinegar, empty mason jars were begging to be filled, and I was suddenly swimming in inspiration. While my beets were pickling, the brilliance of dramatic colors and invigorating pigments left me craving more color – especially when the sky turned unexpectedly grey and dim on a summer afternoon.
{After a lengthy pause for fresh air and fresh ventures, I am crawling back to
elle oh demanding a creative outlet. And, apparently, I came back with an excess of words to share.}