I'm never short of inspiration for new work, indeed I have a folder full of scribbles, mostly fragments rather than formed pictures, just enough to remind myself of an idea that blew in to my thoughts and without being noted would likely blow out again.
There are also words from conversations, poems, books etc which serve as creative prompts. I don't get through them as fast as new ones appear, and when I say they're in a folder, I should really say drawer... the intention is to keep them together in a folder but alas the pieces of paper, all sizes from bus ticket to A4 sheets have ended up spilling about in the capacious drawer.
When the time comes to choose a subject for a new piece it can be time consuming, and ultimately involves emptying the drawer onto the floor, and there's the little scrap with the all important memory jogger between some old postcards and tracing paper. I could do with a system, but i've thought that before and before and before and i don't suppose i'll become any more organised.
I have three things on the go at the moment, a woollen person, a Frida Kahlo bust and a stitched picture which has something to do with tigers tho i'm not quite sure where it's going yet.
I need no additional ideas but unbidden one has settled upon me and had me sketching and scribbling and I have just dropped a few more pieces of paper into the drawer. I read Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson, I enjoyed it very much and from its pages came the idea. I'm not going to say much about the book but it's a story of women; widowed, deserted and orphaned in a small town in northwest America. The book is full of Biblical references and also speaks a lot about water, there's an oft mentioned Lake and the town of Fingerbone floods regularly.
From within the pages Noah's wife has become my inspiration.
"If we imagine that Noah's wife, when she was old, found somewhere a remnant of the Deluge, she might have walked into it until her widow's dress floated above her head and the water loosened her plaited hair. And she would have left it to her sons to tell the tedious tale of generations. She was a nameless woman and so at home amongst all those who were never found and never missed, who were uncommemorated, whose deaths were not remarked nor their begettings.
I will commemorate this unnamed woman from The Bible, quite how I will depict her I don't know but there will be probably be animals, maybe looking more like Medieval beasts than the recognisable current terrestrial varieties... really not sure, it needs some thinking about.
14th Century Stained glass from Marienkirche, Germany, now in St Petersburg Hermitage.