Passion is a funny thing; it can be elusive, but you know it when you see it.
A couple of summers ago on an afternoon drive through Essex, Mass., we were lucky enough to happen upon such a sight.
A multitude of birdhouses standing randomly in front of a marshy inlet in what was basically the artist's front yard. I use the word artist, because basically this was an organic installation of self-expression.
Folk art? I like to think that. Avid collector and curator? Absolutely.
At what point did this guy say, "What the hell. Let's put 'em all up!" Or was it a more gradual evolution? One bird house led to another. And another. And another. Did he know he was creating something that would make perfect strangers stop their car and get out and look? Is it crazy, or brilliant?
Would you want it in your yard?
Should I be worried about heading in a similar direction with my decorative, stone turtle? What next? Garden gnomes? Flamingos?
Or does it inspire?
At what point are we be brave enough to just lay it all out there for the world to see?
Follow your passion, and have a great weekend.