Loving Lego

I love lego. Its such a haven of creativity, and colour. It’s a land where anything is possible, where there are no limits and you can achieve wonders. Its so colourful, with builds big and bold enough to see. It casts a spell ovwr me, for it fills me with wonder, and awe, for every beick and build has its own magic. And most of all, it makes me smile, for it is full of joy and delight and honest fun.

I’ve been to the lego stores many timss, and have a collection of mimifigures. It may seem odd, but when I’m stuck on something in a story or part of my longer works, I sometimes act it out with them, and it helps. I had a blast with my partner in Legolamd back in 2019, even braving roller-coasters, which aren’t my strong suit, discovering a hundred worlds of  fun in one kingdom. Last year, we went to this place in Forest Hill, where someone had made dinosaurs out of lego, and I marvelled at all the detail, and the feeling of awe it cast over me, for even that was possible there.

For my birthday this week, my partner took me to this exhibition of lego sculptures, which I lobed. It was a pocket paradiss, of wonder, where this man created everything and anything, from skulls to globes to life size people and paintings.  My favourite was this cello, all made of lego, even the bow it came with!

A large brown cello sits on a white stand with a bow at the bottom, all made of lego

We wandered round, and found wonder in every room. The strangest  was a room of lego skulls, all encased in this mirror shelving, which was lit with flickering lights, as if it was some kind of museum from the future. But it inspired me, as I thought of a sci fi story it could be part of, as I wandered round ancient sculptures made out of lego, round the statues of giants

A circular blue and green globe of Earth, made out of lego, standing on a base

There were many more wonderful creations in the exhibit, and it was brilliant to see how art can be anything, from writing to paintings to lego or both and all combined. The creator said he made it for the sheer joy of creativity, and you could see and feel it as you went round. And it reminded me to find and treasure that joy in my own writing, in every day and also when it feels hard or I’m tired or stuck or just not feeling it that day. And that is what I will do, particularly as my longer projects are ending. I will find stories and poems, my kinds of art, that bring me joy.

By Sarah

A visually impaired science fiction and fantasy writer who loves music, mythology, and plays the clarinet. Had one short story and eleven flashes published both in print and online. A work in progress, improving my mental health one story at a time.