Creative Flow

Its strange how creativity ebbs and flows like a gentle stream. It comes to me in waves and so sporadically, I find it hard to plan sessions of making unless I have a specific idea in mind, even then it can be difficult to focus. I'll take today as an example.
I was walking the dogs down the road and the rain was making it quite hazy to see anything. I walked past something white on the side of the road and realised it was a bouquet of faux white roses (probably discarded from someone's wedding or event) as soon as I carried on by, I began to conjure up ideas in my head of how I could use it and began to compose a loose poem on it. Before I knew it I had walked to the end of the road and stopped, considering turning back in the drizzly rain, I knew if I didn't go back and pick up these flowers I would not stop thinking about them. It became such a vivid thought in my head, so I ran back to them and picked them up. Im always attracted to materials that are found whilst walking or exploring and the narratives they have behind them. Even inventing new stories for them gives it another perspective to see it from and they become more than just 'objects'. These flowers brought to mind 'Discarded Womanhood' the idea that they symbolised the traditional ideas of femininity, unity and purity (because of the white) but had been abandoned and are now just part of someone's memory. The fact that I went back and picked them up and will now re-appropriate them really fits into this idea of discovering objects and creating something out of them, giving them another life. This was that creative surge that I mentioned, I don't necessarily have solid plans for them yet but I know that I tend to think on things after I've acquired them and make sense by composing words about them. It's a fairly loose way of bringing things together but I really enjoy the process of going between materials and disciplines and revisiting things. So it was well worth going back for the flowers.