Growth....

Growth...I can feel the growth...like the frost....creaking...there's something happening and I know it is, its almost palatable, a taste or an image....I love to stretch my creativity and just let go and follow where it leads me....when I work out where its taking me I'll let you know...but first it has to be born...it lays in the subconcious waiting for the time to burst out and surprise us all

And knowone knows what it will do....thats surely the beauty of being a creative?



I am free, where does the creativity come from, is it us or is it sent or picked up by us....no matter I am not in the mind of analysing, just observing at the moment...the clock ticks on...the tree tops frozen and white replaces the greeness...its like a cleansing of us all....a time to reflect and a time for inner growth

I surrender...to what may be brought to me....to what the universe has in store for me...and the only limits are the limits I place upon myself...so I let go and throw it up in the air symbolically released to the ethers...something is stirring and I can feel it



In my mind I have a crispness and a step up, polished, black and white, love black and white, this is not just an idea this is a whole form...I am an artist neither boxed in nor contained, I am excited in my own way...to share the evolution of my own creative force is absolutely the best...

Just ponderings from a creative....and BREATHE....the cleansing.....