I have various books of pictures, colours and concepts that I dip in and out of. My house is a treasure trove of books, leaflets, remnants and bits and bobs that have some creative energy in them, and thus I can't possibly get rid of them and and thus I cannot ever have a tidy house. I also have a live running list of things that inspire me. This list is saved on my laptop and is constantly on in the background, ready for me to add a new word, a new idea, a new thought. I retreat to my list on a regular basis, for ideas, for reassurance and for motivation. There is another, much bigger, source of inspiration however, that is also always on in the background, ready to amaze and amuse and enlighten - her name is Inna. And Inna started school today.
Inna has a good creative eye already - she was the child who found black the prettiest colour well before pink found its way into the repertoire. She has decorated the walls and carpets with pens and lipstick because it looks 'improved'. Given half a chance she would paint herself each and every day just to see how it looks and to be able to show everyone. She is my biggest fan and my kindest critic. She drives what I do and if it doesn't pass by her high standards, it does not see the light of day. She who tells me she knows everything already but keeps asking questions about the world, her favourite concept. She loves the fact that it turns, and sometimes it shakes - she does a very realistic impression of an earthquake... So the first day at school will be one to cherish. Here is to many years of happy learning, baby girl!