Monet once said that he quite possibly owed becoming a painter to flowers. I can certainly understand the attraction. There is something inherently seductive about a flower. From stalk to seeds, petals to pollen, each one is a poem, a song, a story --a masterpiece unto itself.
For me, the greatest source of inspiration has always been the sunflower. Shaggy face following the sun, she is a constant symbol of optimism and adoration. She contains the golden ratio, is the subject of Van Gogh's most famous still life, and the image chosen by the Incans for their sun god. Strong, upright, and sometimes haughty, the sunflower faces the day with an eager visage and an honest grace.
Maybe it's because I've finally discovered my comfortable 30's. Or perhaps the birth of my (miracle) son has reminded me of all my joys in life. Maybe I'm just feeling optimistic and want to tilt my face toward the sun. Whatever the reason, I am now, moreso than ever, feeling the need to create. To wriggle my writing muscles, to stretch the sinews of my creative limits, to begin projects that I will actually finish. And what better muse than that happy seeker of light? The sunflower, her big beautiful face along for the journey.
Many smiles,
Beautifully written. I am at the juncture where you are: a need to wriggle my creative muscles. I look forward to seeing more of your creative projects and dropping in from time to time for a dose of your optimism.
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