I've been going through all my old notebooks trying to find some inspiration, anything to spark an idea. My room is full of notebooks full of crappy stories, poems, songs, journal entrees. I cringe reading them now. I wonder if I made a rather large bonfire in my backyard and burned them all if that would give me any inspiration... I haven't done anything artistic since I was eighteen. I got my heart broken and everything just stopped. It is seeming to be somewhat difficult to turn the creative switch back on. The picture above is of my dog Sam. I take more pictures of him than anything else. Little behind the scenes information...he ate the butterfly after I took those pictures. That is all for today.
-Christine