I hate to admit this out loud, but this question always stops me in my tracks – I never have a really great answer for it:
“What inspires you?”
I’m always a little envious of those who have a lovely, articulate answer, pointing out specific landmarks or occasions in their lives, or favorite places to hang out in, or moments in history. The Rococo movement. DaVinci’s sepia tones.
I’m inspired by color. Movement. Sound. A single moment. A memory. A book passage. A TV show. A really great meal. A glimpse out of the passenger window on a long drive.
I carry around images in my head until I can finally work them out in the dye pots or via a knitted swatch or draft pattern or fully knit design. I often feel as though I continually shift color combinations around in my brain, tested in the dye pots, not always successfully.
I love color. I’m kind of obsessed with and by color. I am completely fascinated with how colors interact with light, lack of light, one another, different textures. I love that there are infinite shades of black. And gold. And even white.
I love colors in nature. And I love unnatural color. Green is my absolute favorite color – all shades and iterations. The ocean’s myriad blues, greens and greys fills me with joy and peace … and the need to create. But put me in front of a dyepot of fuchsia and I’m as happy as a clam. The more vivid, the better.
When I’m feeling the need for inspiration, it doesn’t take long to recharge my soul and creative well – sometimes just standing outside and watching the sun filtering through the trees gives me what I need.
So what inspires me?
What inspires my colourways?
Everything and anything.
What about you?