I am pretty sure my gardener must have thought I was a little nuts when I insisted on rescuing this dried up plant from the garden refuse we were loading into my truck and take it into the house.
I immediately saw much inspiration within these dried twigs. Not one, but many images were forming. These twigs are going to be table décor for some time to come as they become part of my prop collection.
Never underestimate where inspiration can come from. It can come from the deepest darkest depths of sadness, or the happiest and most precious of moments, to the drag of everyday life… Like clearing the garden refuse.