My partner, Ian, is working his way through the Interior Design program at the College for Creative Studies in Detroit. I could not be more proud of him as he works toward a goal he has had since just after high school.
CCS is a tough school. Current students, alumni, and faculty all kind of joke about how the end of the semester is always a time of wailing and gnashing of teeth around the campus. The school puts its students through the ringer when it comes to churning out studio projects and designs - but the results are phenomenal and it's a reason why Detroit has one of the best design schools in the country.
So we are in late-nights and stress-days at the Evans/Myers house. Last night I got to watch Ian take designs he's been working through on the computer and pull them together with a lot of fabric, effort, and hot glue - lots of hot glue. I helped a little, holding a piece of leather here so it stays glued there and giving encouragement, as he brought his concept to reality - or at least a prototype of reality. And it was inspiring.
We can be creative thinkers, writers, bloggers... but there is something truly inspirational when we create something with our hands... when we breath new life into an old piece of furniture; when we paint a room a color we've been thinking about; when we draw something simply for the sake of playfulness - we breath inspiration through our actions, our work, our sweat, our tears.
We must live inspiration to live.