The Birth of the Whimsical Mind

The beginning is never easy. There are a million different thoughts dancing on the edge of the mind, but it is another matter completely of which ones will find themselves ink on the surface of the blank page. These thoughts come in the form of words and are curious sparks or bursts of brilliance that we call ideas. Are these words the right ones? Who knows. But they are the ones that make themselves tangible things, and that must count for something. I like to contemplate life, to blend and mix the colors, shade in the outlines, change the perspectives. And part of the contemplating is that the words cannot be distinctly right or wrong, they are simply how I see it all. Welcome to The Whimsical Mind of a Blue-Eyed Violinist.