Where do you find your inspiration? A lot of times, I find that it finds me.
I have had almost orgasmic euphoric moments where something is so inspiring that I feel it all the way to my core and then I MUST create, and then there’s the times that I see something and it strikes me, so I lift my camera and I photograph it. Sometimes it is as small as a whisper, and sometimes it is a scream.
Over the weekend, I found myself sitting on the porch of my Aunt and Uncle’s shop Shamrock and Rose Creations, enjoying their company while they hosted Heritage Days. I was the proud new owner of a used 28-105 USM lens that I got at the bargain price of 100 bucks, and I was determined to get some test shots with the lens to check the quality (just in case I needed to return it tee hee hee). Amidst discussing everything from Star Trek to Doctor Who (which we do often), I was taking random shots of the stuff around the shop. I don’t know what happened, perhaps being in the presence of another artist all day, perhaps my new lens, perhaps the photos I was capturing with said new lens, but somehow something snapped and the flood gates opened. I haven’t stopped thinking about projects since.
So, I am basically gangbusters style firing off the shutter on my camera and thinking of all the wonderful things that I want to do with this new flood of creative thinks, and all the while in the back of my skull, that anxiety monster was laughing and telling me to not get used to feeling good, because for however long I feel good, it will make me feel bad again for twice as long. Is that natural? Is that a thing that happens to everyone, or just those of us who just cannot seem to grasp the concept of enjoying this moment, RIGHT NOW, and not thinking about what will happen next?
How do you make the time feel precious? Stopping time in the camera has always had a bit of healing power for me… Like, I can revisit a moment past any time I want to, just by looking at a computer screen (or sometimes I print things… I have been known to do that once in a while. Haha.)
The darkness always seems to find a way in, though.
So, my question, what’s your inspiration? How do you find it? Does it find you?