There will be small changes…over coming weeks. Within me grows a garden. When I was young–long ago–it grew wild. It bloomed without any help or care.
Flowers of my garden were ideas and inspirations. They grew abundantly and were beautiful as I took a look around and reminisced. The soil in which they grew was made of my dreams. As I grew, I picked these flowers without thought for future. Then came a season, the flowers–that once grew wild–cease to grow and bloom, without warning.
Garden I see need care if I am to continue to grow. My soil needs to be properly cultivated. The inspirational seeds need to be sown. When fresh new shoots of thoughts and ideas sprout, I must tend them carefully. Like others, I don’t seem to know this instinctively. I learn–through trial and error–how best to garden my plot. I searched out other gardener artists, learn their methods, and when I can, apply them to my very own garden. Books have been a wonderful way to share this knowledge.
If I give an artist a flower, she’s happy for a day. Teach her to grow her own and she’ll be happy for a lifetime.
This year, I hope to fill my pages with projects, techniques, new skills I’ll be able to use again and again. I long to see the inspirational seeds in the world around me, at home, my closet, my family and friends…even the view outside my window.
I want to identify and develop my personal imagery and style so I may use such techniques to create art that is uniquely mine.
My garden will be unique. The soil, growing conditions, and the challenges I experience will be personal. What I decide to plant, how I choose to fertilize or encourage growth and my design focus will all be unique to me. There will never be another garden just like mine.
I hope you’ll feel inspired to clear the ground and dig in–while following the story of my garden, the tools, planting methods and design ideas I may discover or develop along the way.
I will look forward to seeing your garden thrive, bloom, and blossom. May others see in your and my gardens the possibilities for their own. I imagine a world filled with folks who have gardens of inspiration growing, blooming, and blossoming within them, a world of folks truly enjoying their own creative bloom.
While slowly nursing myself back to good health, I have listened a good share to (or dare I say, look at) Kenny all day long.
Happy crafting and keep those creative juices running!
(still doesn’t do texting, MySpace, Twitter, StumbleUpon, DiggIt…but caved into Facebook!)