Opening myself to the whispers of my creative muse. Allowing myself to accept the fact that I had held the key to open this door all along. How is it that I can’t remember when I let that world close its door; or indeed, saw the closed door and ignored it.
But now, as I’ve pulled back the door, I walk in to explore a world filled with lines and shape and color that my mind embraces like an old friend who has been sorely missed. We walk arm in arm and I’m told it is ok to bend and shape the lines and colors to create new worlds that bring joy and wonder.
The photo above is a quick snap I took last night of art on a flat wall above the mantle and reinvented through play and creating digital abstract art in mobile apps. I’m finding that my muse likes to play. A freedom from staying inside the lines. A new world has opened.