An Upheaval, Bring The Paper Boats- Thoughts on Inspiration

paper boats, we float

“Even paper boats float, given enough faith.” 

What brings you inspiration? That seems to be the most commonly tossed question at artists/artistically minded people. And sometimes people have intricately lovely answers, something they can point to with consistency. The love of their family perhaps, the landscape of their homeland, their own personal scars and memories. These kinds of slow burn inspiration points that propel like a gentle wind towards more and more and more. 

Hello! says the hand drawn dinosaur hi-fructose and vogue Given the inspiration, whats yours?

Other times it seems to be constantly fluctuating mediums like music, movies, books, theater and other forms of art all around, old or new.Taking from one to give to the other, being inspired by art of all kinds all around, it’s a commonly sited point of inspiration for so many kinds of artists and performers, and of course that makes sense. No man is an island after all, most especially not creatives.

Perhaps more volatile ever changing things as well, like current political climates and world events, the fervor that bites beneath each and every major city all around the world, these as well can be seen as the key ignition in so many works. Gigantic space and time, the smaller bites of life joined with the unending past and sewn in with the ever expanding future, so many things big or small and what a question to try and answer no?

The Winter Soldier, hot toys action figure re-doing the art presets

“What inspires you.” 

You might as well ask someone why they go on living each day, really, because you’d probably get about the same answer either way. Either a passionate response…or the shrug of a shoulder.

little paper boats, fashion magazine pages my work station, ms fablesandcoffee

The things that inspire me fade and change with time, they burn into my eyes and lungs with an energy I can’t deny till that energy is spent and i’ve moved on towards other things that will create that maddening midnight addition under my skin again to create-create-create and the only thing I can tell you with certainty about any of the things that have and will inspire me is that they can come from anywhere and combine to create anything, abstract and concrete alike :

historical lectures on wandering marauders- a single line of poetry caught in a flash scrawled across a private notebook-the way a stranger looked hunched over their phone like their life had just been splintered in half- a particularly great episode of a usually mediocre tv show- the way it felt to get your heart broken at 16 and think you would never recover- tasting real hot buttered southern style biscuits for the first time at 3am in the backseat of a speeding car- the architecture magazine picked up on a whim- that novel currently sitting at #1 on the NYT bestseller list that is so very cliche but damn if it isn’t compelling- that one thing that happens all the time at your day job that happens only to you and you want to explain it to the world- that song you put on repeat for hours on end trying to fall into that feeling over and over- the feeling of helplessness watching the news roll in at night and knowing your breath is a priceless gift given freely today- the wild windswept landscape that i’ll never again see again with my own eyes but my mind will always remember- the taste of blood when biting back angry words- the flash in the sky that inspires you to think of other worlds, other galaxies, infinite space and infinite possibilities….

What inspires you? Can’t help but think there should be no easy answer to that.


I’ve Fallen Out Of Favor With The Muses- Frisco, Texas

Sun warmed skin and jeans

” They say Kings die like other men “

And so November is here and well started, and no one is more surprised than I at how this past month has run away with time like the spoon with the fork towards the moon. I’ve spent the last month relearning myself in the context of other people, integrating myself somewhat amicably at my new job, learning what it truly means to work in the corporate world for the first time in ever and watching the sun set in brilliant splendor against the tall windows of the business park that rises right outside the windows by my desk that are always kept open and un-shuttered.

I’m….content, I think the word is.

sun flares, photography texas

I’m constantly challenged every day with this new job, which is what sold me on taking it in the first place but I had thought perhaps when I was told “oh definitely, this job will challenge you” that maybe it was just what they said to convince me to sign on. (It’s always nice when you realize your supervisors didn’t lie to you no?) I work for the specialty pharmacy/pharmaceuticals branch under the umbrella of a much larger global health care solutions/manufacturing company and while that all sounds like something out of Resident Evil or just a slew of boring corporate jargon, I like what I do and I get paid well to do it and while this isn’t quite the same as living life artistically and wildly as I did just a little over a year ago… don’t write that part of me off just yet yeah? I’ve still got dreams of mountains pouring themselves down my cerebral cortex nonstop, playlists of music for the forgotten daughters of kings playing loudly on my morning commute and colors still overflow like a mess of spilled yarn wherever I go, even if now it’s just in my corporate appropriate wardrobe.

blue sun flares, texas photographysun flares on a lazy day

The muses might have fallen asleep in the backseat of my car for a good chunk of the past month but i’m feeling like they’ll be waking up soon enough.

Sleepy days, open windows

Music on Replay (links in the song titles): 

Mad Rush– Philip Glass
Coward- Hayden Calnin
Something About You– ODESZA remix Hayden James
Song For Jesse– Nick Cave & Warren Ellis
The Rocket Builder (Io Pan!)- Jóhann Jóhannsson
Railroad Track– Willy Moon
Mojo Fix– Martin Harley
Sergio Leone Suite: Ecstasy of Gold– Yo-Yo Ma (Ennio Morricone)
Experience– Ludovico Einaudi

Not drowning in my coffee cups yet,