“she had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.” // h. james
i do quite a bit of that.
just staring and wondering. it’s not without cause – i’m just probably in awe: of shop windows on the street, of random graffiti, by local artists, by the clouds in the sky. my creative outlet is this – coming here, and hearing the constant click of the key, trying to describe to you why it is i think something is beautiful. how some random piece of clothing, some silly notion, a chair, a piece of glass – can make my heart sing a little beat. but it’s those who make those beautiful things that really inspire. i want to climb into their minds and just for a moment, see what it is that they see – and how they put it all together. it must be so absolutely amazing to have that…power.
since my mind is a bit slower in catching up with my hands, i take my curiosity and patiently wait for the mailman to deliver me my copy of uppercase magazine. each page is an inspiration and beyond that, just gorgeous to look at – and sometimes, though curiosity killed the cat – sometimes, satisfying that curiosity – is enough to bring it back.