When creating anything artistic the inspiration erupts spontaneously, almost uncontrollably. Often waking from a dream where the project has been planned for me, I simply have to remember the dream. It has helped to keep a notepad in my nightstand to jot down the details. At times the dream is so intense and vivid there is no need to write notes, as it has been ingrained. Once the inspired dream occurs, I’m merely an implement through which it manifests. This process can be quite draining, as I usually am unable to rest until the project is complete.
Those dream-inspired artistic moments are treasured. Being artistically motivated is often a calling or akin to a compulsion. For those times when I yearn to create but am not particularly inspired in any specific direction, I will look for inspiration in a myriad of places.
One of favorite places for inspiration is the fabric store. With my hand extended, I meander through the aisles for hours touching each bolt. The different textures and colors permeate my being, calming me and creating.
If I do not feel like going out, I can find inspiration by gathering Grammy’s round tin of buttons. I will plop on the floor, grab a handful of buttons and listen to them drop upon each other. Many colors and textures, some are mother-of-pearl, ivory, leather, metal, jet, or bone. They slip through my fingers one by one, clanging against one another.
Most artistic inspiration comes from a place of solitude. When I am having difficulty reaching that special place, You-Tube has an incredible library of meditation and relaxation videos. The ones with beautiful nature scenes, especially moving water, are triggers to the creative flow.
There is nothing more inspiring than to be away from the city, out in nature. Lakes, forests, mountains, oceans, hills, meadows and deserts: I enjoy them all. It is easy to be inspired in nature because the air feels fresher and everything feels more vibrant. When there are no other humans around, the sound of the wind whispers, then inspiration beckons.
When I am unable to drive to the solitude of the countryside, I look to my front yard to provide a city dweller’s version of nature. The front yard, reflective of my mind, resembles organized chaos. With thirty-two varieties of plants, vegetable and flower gardens there is plenty of weeding. Feeling the earth between my fingers combined with the repetitive nature of pulling one weed after another returns me to that beloved creative spot.
When stress blocks artistic inspiration, a bubble bath combining my favorite scents will help. Mixing a cucumber bath oil with a eucalyptus sea salt while burning a pine or cranberry candle will start the flow of creative expression.
When all else fails I lilke to read Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way”. A couple of chapters will either have visions filling my head or send me to sleep land where I’ll receive my next artistic inspiration