There is something about the image of a dreamcatcher that has always intrigued me. I think it represents the stories our dreams tell. I still remember the dreamcatcher that hung on the side of my parents' bed. I'm not sure why it is such a vivid memory. Maybe I liked the feathers or maybe it was the future crafter in me coming out, but I'd like to believe it went a little deeper.
I guess you could call me a dreamer.
Dreams are romantic, sometimes elusive. The idea of catching those dreams is to create your happily ever after. It is about passion of the soul. And sometimes the chase is the sweetest substance of life. I am always chasing after one thing or another. Dreams of new adventures. New career aspirations. New travels. New art projects. My greatest fear is stagnancy. And the transition of seasons is the perfect opportunity to welcome change. I can feel myself squirming with anticipation, which also means my mind is running overtime with ideas.
A few pictures of my recent inspirations. Common thread: nature.
Keep dreaming.