Molten Midnight came out of noticing that my best creative times are in the dark of night when all is still. The night-time air is redolent with potential that need only to be inhaled. No phones are likely to ring. No outward demands are forthcoming. And the pewter has turned to molten silver, and the soapstone molds are near to smoking with the heat. It is glorious!
I have always had a creative bent of mind, raised as I was by parents who demonstrated that facility early. My father designed and built furniture, and I worked in the shop, too, with drawings and blueprints and the messy work of sanding and finishing. My mother worked in the home and my father’s business, and with her I, too, baked breads, rolled noodles, and sewed clothing… and learned bookkeeping skills. Both of my parents enjoyed the outdoors, music, and their community of friends and family.
Oddly enough, they never had an abiding interest in gardening, but my grandparents did. Perhaps that gene skipped a generation, as I have it in abundance.
Joining the Society for Creative Anachronism, Inc, opened a whole new world of potential! I learning to spin on a handspindle, weave, cast pewter, and so much more.
So, here I am. With luck, some of this creativity will fall your way, too.
Molten Midnight Creative 