perpetual grey
canopy of cloud rain falls
intermittently
© Freya Pickard 2011
Monday, 24 January 2011
Sunday, 23 January 2011
a river of stones - 8
black trees on the hill-
top, letting morning light through
their thin, bare branches
© Freya Pickard 2011
Saturday, 22 January 2011
a river of stones - 7
silent star shines in
blue-black sky, cloud creeps slowly
extinguishing light
© Freya Pickard 2011
Friday, 21 January 2011
a river of stones - 6
silver halo in
the sky as sun pierces cloud
refracted light glows
© Freya Pickard 2011
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
a river of stones - 5
reaching upwards towards pale
white sunlight and grey
clouds – motionless, bare branches
© Freya Pickard 2011
Monday, 17 January 2011
a river of stones - 4
darkness absolute
no definition until
I turn to the house
no definition until
I turn to the house
© Freya Pickard 2011
Sunday, 16 January 2011
a river of stones - 3
black silhouette against pale
grey sky, owl swoops and
vanishes, wings spread, fierce cry
© Freya Pickard
grey sky, owl swoops and
vanishes, wings spread, fierce cry
© Freya Pickard
Saturday, 15 January 2011
a river of stones - 2
distorted images, blurred
wavering outlines
seep and run on rain-washed panes
© Freya Pickard 2011
wavering outlines
seep and run on rain-washed panes
© Freya Pickard 2011
Friday, 14 January 2011
a river of stones - 1
darkness suddenly
lifts revealing silhouette
of tree under sky
© Freya Pickard 2011
lifts revealing silhouette
of tree under sky
© Freya Pickard 2011
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
Where do ideas come from?
This is something that has intrigued me for a while now. I don't think ideas are necessarily the same as inspiration. Sometimes, ideas just appear out of nowhere, when I'm not even thinking about writing things.
I think that there are common ideas that float around at certain times and different people interpret them in various ways. For instance, in 2009 I was working on a thriller and in 2010, when I listened to a certain album by a rock band, I discovered they'd incorporated similar fears into their lyrics. Both of us had interpreted the same idea in an individual way.
So, where do ideas originate? Is there such a thing as the Muse anymore?
The more I've pondered this, the more I've realised that trying to find out where ideas come from actually stifles creativity. The closer I get to finding out who or what generates ideas in the universe, the less creative I become.
Thus I have decided to just let the ideas come to me. I won't try to discover how they reach me. I want to keep the creative spirit that's been set inside me!
I think that there are common ideas that float around at certain times and different people interpret them in various ways. For instance, in 2009 I was working on a thriller and in 2010, when I listened to a certain album by a rock band, I discovered they'd incorporated similar fears into their lyrics. Both of us had interpreted the same idea in an individual way.
So, where do ideas originate? Is there such a thing as the Muse anymore?
The more I've pondered this, the more I've realised that trying to find out where ideas come from actually stifles creativity. The closer I get to finding out who or what generates ideas in the universe, the less creative I become.
Thus I have decided to just let the ideas come to me. I won't try to discover how they reach me. I want to keep the creative spirit that's been set inside me!
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