One of the nicest compliments I have ever received was from a dear friend from graduate school who once told me that she would like to crawl inside my brain and live for a day. She thought it would be a very interesting place to be. I was reminded of that story the other day when the Hen asked me to write a little something about what inspires me. "People are interested in where you get your ideas for designs."
Okay... The answer is everything and everywhere. The End. Fin.
Perhaps a better way to answer the question without sounding flip would be to explain how I process what inspires me. Everyone finds beauty in unexpected places. The inky blue of a favorite pair of jeans. The pattern that a jewel reflects on a surface when the sun hits it just right. When those moments present themselves, I am compelled to capture and collect them, then filter each one through a machine in the base of my brain that makes connections.
Connections that draw a line from a color to a pattern. Inky blue to a spray of glittering dots. Funky. Fun. Stardust Indigo. A mood to an aesthetic. A cool, dusty gray-blue to a Palm Beach inspired print. Breezy. Classic. Palm Mineral.
It's a bunch of meaningless adjectives and images that only make sense when layered together, because I can read between the lines of an Art Deco turn of the century motif and color outside those lines with a palette of dreamy color. Nouveau Orchid.
It's my thing. I can't balance a checkbook, organize a protest, or perform brain surgery, but I can find the perfect pattern and color to represent them all.
design machine math
1 pair of favorite jeans + spray of diamond sparkles =