The River Of Creativity

The moving flow of creativity.

Sitting on the shore, the river rushes by my feet. The ancient rock where I am perched, once carved and tumbled by these waters, gives me a point of view and a place to wonder. I feel safe and happy here, yet yearning to move and go with the flow of the water cascading over the rocky river bed. The rushing currents create sculptural swirls and contours that catch the brightest light and the darkest depths of the little river on its way to the big ocean. My artist’s eye and instinct are transfixed.  Continue Reading