At heart, I am a surrealist. Because I am drawn to the avant-garde, my creative process often begins with my always shape-shifting muse, Distortion.
I feel like we all have a muse or two that have taken up permanent residence in comfortable corners of our minds. These residents are always ready to lend that certain je ne sais quoi, that satisfying creative spark that ignites the need to spring into action to do and create.
Though it can initially be rather subtle, inspiration is a real-life superpower, with the ability to splash lively melodies, colors and patterns onto the otherwise silent, flat tediousness we call routine (insert groan or scream here). It is from this desert that we need our muses to guide us to what I like to call the Crossroads of Creative Paradox: the frenzied serenity that is inspiration.
Inspiration, for me, lives throughout the deepest oceans or the depths of an icy glacial lake in the form of mermaids. From a mermaid’s ethereal luminosity to water’s pressure and depths gorgeously distorting shapes, color values and sounds, a mermaid and her world are an abundant creative feast!
Inspiration is not only found in the depths of unknown waters, but also deep into space. Like the ocean, the universe is a cacophony of sound, color, and light amid utter darkness, constantly shifting as pressure and vacuum distort and bend all that we can perceive, including time itself.
