I get my inspiration from trying to understand things that I have not understood.
The unknown inspires me.
Confusion and displacement and new perspectives– new ways of thinking inspire me.
Going to a play that bewilders me for example, might at first annoy me, but then I go home and think about it and next thing you know I’m looking things up, I’m writing things down. I’m coming up with an understanding of what at first I wanted to dismiss as too difficult.
It’s the same with visual art. I realize I am not quick to respond or judge.
I weigh and measure and wait.
I am too busy in the process of trying to grasp what I’m looking at to judge it.
And in that process– I am learning. I mean– unless it clearly sucks. LOL
I am inspired by everything that demands that I slow down and face all that I don’t know.
Then of course there is the inspiration I get from looking at the works of great painters and writers whose work is so masterful that it allows me to get swept away.
I read a line by a great writer in a book and it inspires me to imagine the scene that is described– and in that imagined place I find another place, a completely different place, where my own stories live.
And when I look at the work of other artists I feel invited into a world where new worlds are born. It becomes like a conversation somehow in the language of imagination, where one artist speaks and I am listening.
Art frames the world for us and opens doors in our minds that ignite cognitive fires.