Loss of Creativity

I need wood. Not just any kind of wood. Walnut...maybe some cedar. Not just a few scraps...I need specific parts of the tree. I need the stumps...and I need the root masses. I'll travel...I'll pay...I'll do most anything but sell my soul. Unfortunately these items are not readily available at the local hardware store or farmers market. Leave it up to me to need the bizarre and obscure to create my product. I have clients, good clients, a gallery, and potential clients that don't even know they're out there yet. I have ideas and designs to make for these people, yet I can't do it without material. It's like getting all pumped up to wake up on a Saturday morning to go watch G.I. Joe or He-Man and sit down with a big ol' bowl of Cap'n Crunch and waste a couple hours only to find you've got no milk. The cereal just isn't going to happen brother. You want it bad but you just can't do it because you don't have the right ingredients and it's driving you mad. Your belly wants the cereal and milk...but unless you go find the milk your stomach is screwed. That's how I feel, like a Cap'n Crunch deprived stomach.

I have beautiful ideas flowing through my brain. Smooth lines morphed with rustic elegance...huge masses of solid wood intertwined with transparent curves. Colors and grains twisting and turning and character cracks springing up here and there. It's not just slowly decomposing biomass in the soil. Chip away the rough exterior and there's something amazing inside. It's functional...it's breathtaking...it's so subtle yet at the same time dominating. That's what I love. I love to create...I don't use plans very well...they're someone else's ideas. It's like a Hallmark card. Why do people buy them? Those words are not your own...someone else got paid to think of something sappy or happy that might trip your trigger. Then you buy it and pass it off as your own? Then you might write something in the card. Why??? Why not just write what you wanted on your own piece of paper or make your own card. Are we to the point where it's just easier to let people think for us. For most people it is...and that's our problem...and that's our downfall. So many have lost the ability to think...to truly think on their own. We rely so much now on someone else to take care of it...it's sad.

My mind is it's own...and by creating it does not conform. It's all a matter of personal preference I suppose. What do you do?

I need more wood...