Think think think, that's all I ever do- and then there's you.

Being that I've been out of the studio for two weeks, my mind has been firmly set on my other big life project- the re-assessment of myself. It started about a month ago with a simple overlooking of my life; old habits, outdated ways of thinking etc. I ended up completely un-ravelling my identity, leaving myself a tangled mess of uncertainty. I didn't know what I wanted out of life, who I was, what I believed. Luckily I was strong enough to know what I didn't want for myself, and via a process of elimination managed to build myself back to the foundations.

Twig Hutchinson

Being an artist, one of the foundations I use to define who I am is my visual style, so that's been given rather a bald spring clean. I've not been spending too many moments thinking about my art work but I think that's because I've not seen the studio in the last fortnight. In my head I see my ideal works- unfortunately not in the sharpest detail so I can't easily copy them out into reality, but i do have themes colours etc. Scrolling back through my sold section on Etsy I realise I've been making stuff that I love dearly, and that is aligned to my personal style...but not purely so.

Laurie Frankel

So I was going to have a huge clean-out and get rid of loads of clutter I don't really need, get back to the purity that I want. But just when I thought I was straight and narrow, someone came along to make me think. I have recently become enamoured of a British TV presenter who also writes books and newspaper columns, and I find him so critically interesting (as well as terribly handsome) that everything he talks about makes me think.

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It's a little bit odd, but it's been rather a long time since I've known anyone who can make me think so much purely on the strength of their opinion...I really have never met anyone like it, actually. Never have I know someone to so radically get inside my head and make me want to see things in another way. Not necessarily in agreeance, just... to think. I feel once we meet, (as some day we surely shall) I'll want to talk and talk and talk, and my head might blow up from wanting to know his thoughts on everything in the universe, everywhere, ever. It's most infuriating, seeing someone on TV and hearing all their ideas, but not being able to get to them and they're so...interesting.

Anyway- he recently talked about his love of colour and the brilliant madness of the way nothing in his house matches. And suddenly I find myself remembering how I love the way Indians decorate their trucks, and the Mexican way of hot pink and volcanic orange...and once again I am lost.

Not such a bad thing, though.

* Most of my inspirational links have been via my most recently discovered blog, but I can't remember for the life of me which one it is! This only serves to illustrate how chronically absent-minded I am, because it's a beautiful blog that I trawled all the way through, loving everything. Tell me if you think it's you!