Nothing is perfect. I think. And if things were perfect, nothing interesting would happen.
As a creative it is awful to admit that without special reason some days are just more difficult than others. You know...that...block. And how to overcome it?
This morning was rainy and very gray. I didn't have any feeling of great creativeness or super ideas. I also had a quite unpleasent headache. But I had promised to go and get magnolia branches from my neighbour. So I did because they already had started to wilt. Nature doesn't ask you if you are feeling creative or are you tired or sick? The life goes on and you really have to be there when it does.
When I saw magnolia branches in the rain, I suddenly felt happy. They looked so beautiful. No matter if they showed little signs of wilting - still they were gorgeous.
I took them to my workspace and started to photograph them. I felt that they would make a nice combo with ceramics I've made this spring. My ceramics are a bit like wilted flowers. They aren't perfect because I think that is how I want them to be. A bit asymmetric, incomplete, twisted - imperfect. I guess they are a bit like me.
What's left? Even more imperfect flowers. Quite nice pics. A story. Thank you Pi!
ps. That big white vase is vintage. I haven't made it.