The  best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched –  they must be felt with the heart.

Helen Keller



I have a crate. A pet carrier to be exact. Here it is:

No, no, no, I'm not going into that!

No, no, no, I’m not going into that!

It is full of bits of paper – big bits, little bits, booklets, pamphlets, paper napkins, you name it – that I have collected over the past few years. All the things that I’ve come across that have stirred something in me, evoked some kind of emotion. It may have been the colors that caught my eye, or the font, or the composition, and often I don’t even know what it was that spoke to me, but something in the design did. I took it home and put it into my pet crate.

Once in a while, I open it up, and it’s like Christmas. Little memories, a flurry of different feelings, pour out of it, and I feel inspired.

collection 2


Sometimes I sit at the computer and think to myself, “What the hell . . . you think you’re a designer? Yeah, right.” I turn the graphic this way and that, add the drop shadow, change the color, proportions, nothing–.

I get tense. I don’t take deep breaths. I try to force it. WRONG! Doesn’t work. Never did, never will.

Inspiration is a gift. A true gift. And a gift that I can only receive if I don’t look for it. If I am open. Breathing. Feeling.

I am an introvert. Opening up via this blog to share some of the gifts of inspiration I may be receiving, if I’m so lucky, in the next few months of this class, feels a bit risky to me. I am a little afraid, but I don’t know of what. We shall see how it goes.