I love imagination, if you have not yet discovered that small yet significant fact about my being. I believe that my somewhat psychodelic wondering mind plays an ideal part in my artistic creations. For one without any sort of pretend land must live in quite a boring world. Rivers are so much more exciting when there a mermaids in the deep. And plants are so much more beautiful when they present a sense of human characteristics- like talking and feeling. When at rainbows end is a pot of gold, don't they seem to be a bit more mystical? And when toys are alive, don't they seem more playful? Although many may claim that such thoughts are merely childlike and immature, I will continue to hold them dear well into my adult years. I could not bare to walk through this world without the tiny hope that somewhere unicorns exist. It's thoughts like that, beliefs in such "ridiculous" things, that keep me happy. Imagination is marijuana to a child's mind. And perhaps the lack of smoke in my home, is do to the fact imagination never quite fades my natural high.
