Patterns and colors. Maybe aside from a good latte or mocha, nothing can get my creativity flowing like patterns and colors. I don't know that I could ever create them but I sure like to have them. So, what I want to know is, what in our nature causes us to choose the ones we do? I know it's built in our DNA but what makes us feel we must have a specific pattern/color/textured...thing? Did the first human creatures on the earth NEED this ability for survival? It can't be that the prettiest plants are the yummiest--some are poisonous. Is the prettiest and softest pelt the warmest? Kind of doubting it. If there's a psychologist or historian, or other appropriate -ist or -ian out there, I await your insight.
You don't want to be around me if things have gotten too busy to allow for any creating. It's almost as bad as when I go without coffee. The first man probably didn't have the luxury of choosing the color of his food or pelt but he still had to be creative in making the best use of these items. Creativity satiated. But now, goodness knows, we've long since passed that scary time. I suppose it's actually pathetic but because we no longer have to create, sometimes we require inspiration to create? Insert colors and patterns (and plates!). Ba-bing. We've creatively figured out a way to inspire our creativity. It's like the Circle of Life. In paper. In fabric. In yarn. And in dishes.