April 12, 2010

Oh Creative One! My mother-in-law brought a baby newt that died and dried in her jade bush in Tucson, Arizona. The newt is no bigger than half the length of my thumb and she carried it all the way to Scotland on a bed of cotton in a cheap little jewelry box. She and my 5-y-o son marveled at its tiny fingers, its permanently and gracefully curved tail, and the rise of its spine.

Delicate Creative One, the gruesome and the beautiful all have marvelous skeletons that tell us wonderful stories. Spend time building the bones of your work and don’t be afraid to whisper its stories to a loved one while you create.


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