Have you ever wondered how copyright law works while someone is trying to tell you about their day? Even though you really want to know. On your way to empty the bin have you ever found yourself staring at a shelf for an indeterminate amount of time thinking about what issues you would discuss over a pot of nettle tea if you were a medieval peasant? Have you ever found yourself staring intensely at someone as they get quite uncomfortable but you’re not actually looking at them, you are deep in a brain hole wondering why people always go straight to eagles or wolves but never consider that snails are a perfectly acceptable spirit animal? If I could describe the reasons I create anything at all, whatever the above way of thinking is called would be about as close as I could get. There’s a lot of noise upstairs and letting the steam valve off through the medium of creativity seems to be only way to calm them down. If things seem disconnected I can assure you that, to me, they are not. They are part of a web of thoughts that have run into and along side each other like small tributaries all running into the same stream. What you see on the wall are the ones that make the cut. Either because they are thoughts that deserve further scrutiny, or perhaps ones that I want to share because I feel something in them is a conduit for the human experience. Or something that will bring joy. Or just make me feel…something, regardless of how mundane.
Sometimes it’s nice just appreciate that you can be moved by something as simple as the way the light hits an object, or how the colour composition of a simple corner can make your brain sigh with pleasure. Or that someone decided to put flowers there…or that they grew there all on their own, and they are perfect and imperfect all at once.
Whatever it is it feels very important at the time.