in the clouds.
i am writing this from a cloud.
this super grainy photo, taken at dusk, reminded me all over again that my natural surroundings and life are inspiration enough for new creative works.
i don't need to struggle and push to want to make new things, or paint new things, or write new things, because it will come. it will come down on a cloud, in the middle of a cold cold Welsh village.
because that is life. things come and go. they change. they grow. and all at different times.
my cloud village really is magical.