Often it is in the very obvious that we can find inspiration. I travel to London a lot. I live in Woking, so it’s an easy journey. I alight the train (oh yes, I love that word. I imagine gracefully floating from the train to the platform, carefully minding the gap), and disappear into the crowds. There are always crowds at Waterloo Station. Last week the sun light was flooding the space creating mosaics and kaleidoscopes of patterns throughout, and no one noticed. Well no one except me and a small girl who excitedly pointed out the rainbows to her harassed father, who bundled her into his arms and rushed off to catch the tube.
I wasn’t in a hurry. I stopped and looked. I wondered at the magnificence of the architecture, and marvelled at the Victorian public building ethos.