Sometimes a creative thought bursts out from the most unexpected places. I dreamed an undersea dream and woke up thinking, “So ugly, it’s beautiful, that curious cephalopod.” (I actually thought the word “octopus” but isn’t cephalopod somehow more poetic?”)
There is just something about the lowly octopus that delights and dazzles. Shapeshifter, dancer, a living kaleidoscope of colour! How could an octopus not tickle the imagination?
