Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall the genial flame of charity in the heart.
It was like there was a pile of kindling that was in the back of my imagination just waiting there. Once I lit it it just flared up and I kept getting ideas and ideas.
In art or architecture your project is only done when you say it's done. If you want to rip it apart at the eleventh hour and start all over again you never finish. I was one of those crazy creatures.