One night, while having dinner with my friend Bernadette, I mused about “taking the plunge” and starting my own business. Going back and forth on what a good name for the new studio might be, I wasn’t coming up with anything I liked. Bernadette was quiet for a moment, and then said “I have an idea”. With my attention raptly fixed on what she would say next, she paused for what seemed an eternity, and then uttered one, little word. “Mudflower”, B said, “you should call it Mudflower”.