I love spiral shapes, they have a wonderful energy that draws me in. Always expanding outward to infinity, a nice metaphor for not being stuck.  I’m a sucker for a spiral, always have been.  I remember as a child with finger paints drawing endless spirals, just mesmerized, while the art teacher gently prodded me to “draw a real picture, like what the other children are doing”.   Perhaps a square house with a round yellow sun overhead?  Eventually I learned to make pictures that looked like that, with a mommy, daddy, children and a dog.  Some lollipop flowers.

I did manage to outgrow my childhood, and find my own creative sense again.  I won’t bore you with a diatribe about what school does to children; a forced conformity; preparation for being good factory workers, etc.  etc.  Oops, I almost started a diatribe.

Anyway, here are some lovely spirals.