I was inspired by a competition in a knitting group online to think about colours, the prize being a skein of wool, hand dyed to the colours I could convey through a poem, a memory or a photograph. As I listened to the podcast I didn’t think I would enter in but the idea lingered in my mind. I love colours, nature and handcraft which brought together all of these with my love of writing and my somewhat creative mind.
The thought process came to me suddenly. At first I searched my photo albums for mountain views, envisaging the gorse and heather, a landscape of beauty. Oh to have a skein of wool depicting what I could see. While looking for my photograph my source of inspiration came from another photo, which I have uploaded with my post today.
This is my entry to the competition via Raverly there are so many wonderful posts in the thread mine wouldn’t have a chance of owning the one and only hand dyed skein of wool but I am grateful that the idea provoked my imagination and brought calm to my mind. I realised I could think in colours and present my idea with the beauty of nature. It may not make sense to many people but to me I wouldn’t forget these thoughts.
My inspiration is drawn from nature, how delicate the small blue butterfly that danced in the wild flower meadow last year. Nature’s colours blending blue with cream and a touch of rusty hue.
I add the words from Pocahontas as my little butterfly held on in the silver breeze, painting the colours of the wind for me.
You can own the earth and still, All you’ll own is earth until, You can paint with all the colours of the wind