Maybe I'm afraid that if I look to closely at my Inspiration it will disappear, though more likely I don't like to think about it because I don't really know exactly where this constant companion comes from. Inspiration was my imaginary friend for as long as I can remember, it's always been there and it rarely disappears.
Though I don't know where my Inspiration comes from I do know how it gets my attention. Sometimes it will strike me like a mugger boinking me over the head with a full blown concept and sometimes it comes like a thief in the night armed with just a germ of an idea that robs me of my sleep. Often it acts like a nosy neighbor who comes knocking on my door for some sketchy gossip, interrupting my plans for the day. Annoying as it's timing can be, Inspiration has also gently whispered to me numerous times, taking my hand when I'm grieving from a loss and guiding me to a new project to ease my pain. Inspiration has been my best friend and a caring lover at the worst times of my life.
I admit that Inspiration and I have a love/hate relationship. I am never without Inspiration, it constantly bombards me with ideas, smothering me with a constant demand to draw this and write that. It interrupts me when I'm washing dishes, it tugs at my mind when I'm trying to relax and it badgers me to constantly create, create, create until I'm exhausted from the efforts to please. My nature to get things done NOW is in direct conflict with Inspiration's multi-tasking. There aren't enough hours in the day or days in the year to do all the work that is on my Inspiration's to-do list.
My life is littered with sticky notes of Inspiration. It's the bane and the blessing of my life as an artist and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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