Then sometimes it seems that out of the blue, inspiration will strike. It may be from something I see around me, something from the media, even sometimes it comes in the form of a dream. Yesterday, I had a dream that screamed, sketch me. I did a sketch that was only a snip-it of the dream. I had to get it on paper. It wasn't exactly as I'd dreamed it but then I think the dream was only meant to be a spark to something else evolving in my brain. The owl wasn't part of the dream, but rather a nondescript bird nestled in logs and leaves. I'd been sketching owls for another project and he seemed to fit this design better.
JJ commented: "I love it...I dream about colors...I think we are called....artists!!! xo"