There are two astronauts standing right in front of me, just as I step round the corner. I catch a few snapshots. This is in the middle of town, with skyscrapers in the background. It's a Thursday afternoon, a pocket of time between meeting a client, and picking up a few groceries at the market. A short rise in the tide of my creative cycle. I'm glad the logo for what ever the astronauts are advertising, doesn't show up in my photos, and I'm happy I got a splash of creative time on the go, just for myself.
Sometimes we want to paint an image we have in our head. With words or paint or textile or sounds. Perhaps it's a memory. Or a fantasy. A dream or an emotion. Other times we want to go with what comes to us spontaneously, the image simply takes place. Perhaps we uncover it, or we see it. In a way our creation can be a discovery? And creative expression can feel like one small step, and a giant leap. A kind of miracle.