I have this problem. I don’t know the clinical name for it, but here’s what it looks like. I’m at the store, or maybe a gallery or…you know…anywhere and I see something I like. I look it over and I think, I can make that.
Twelve Posts on Writing, Day Seven: Ugly first, then beautiful
I wanted to write this post close on the heels of the last, as they’re somewhat related. The other night I was working with PMC clay, making silver pendants to give as gifts. My ideas for the designs felt stilted. …