The universal question that creatives are often asked, ‘Where do ideas come from? is one with as many answers can be imagined.
For me, an idea can be as elusive as a butterfly landing momentarily on a flower.
An idea can be so fleeting and intangible, yet if you manage to capture one, you are allowed to retain it only briefly so as to catch its essence.
Then you must release it so it may find another admirer or die in the attempt.
Ideas possess a tragic beauty, leaving us with only the memory of their visual perfume.