In order to get things done, one often needs some form of inspiration. Saints across boundaries of religions had inspiration from their Gods or Goddesses. Artists, performers and musicians have had their Muses; various sorts of demi-Gods/Goddesses, sometimes even human. Nature, in her many forms has lit a fire beneath many a novice and experienced environmentalist alike.
Whatever, or whomever my inspiration may be, my artistic side has been summoned to create once again. This time, in clay. It has been many a year since I last felt the pliable stuff between my fingers. I am interested to see what emerges from my imagination. A plethora of creatures await my pencil's fall to paper, but what lurks waiting to be borne of sculpey? We shall see. Tonight, I begin.
As soon as I can find my box of clay.