Posts tagged ‘source of inspiration’

January 9th, 2012

Where Inspiration Comes From

Yes, sometimes inspiration comes in beautiful things-in waterfalls, quiet carpets of green sprawling grass, in the smile of a child.

But most often the most profound moments come to us in grief, when we’ve fallen down, broken in, cracked on the the inside and have nothing left to give.

It’s during these times that we have a rare glimpse into our true selves. It’s in these moments that we’re asked:

“Can I make it? Will I survive this? Do I have what it takes to move forward stronger than I was before?”

It can come in tragic experiences or in small tests-tests that ask us if we’re willing to accept who we are and the life we’ve been born to live.

If I know anything, it’s this. We were not made to be born the same. We were given our own individual minds and a fingerprint unique to each individual soul. Although society and your friends and family would like you to fit the mold and keep you there for their own safety, you were meant to break it.

On one of Oprah’s Lifeclass she says:

“Your life doesn’t have to be what everybody else thinks it should be.”

And when you can mourn that loss, when you can grieve their expectations that you will never and should never fulfill for them, you will then pick yourself up from that tear fallen floor and rise above it all.

It takes heart, courage, sheer will and a reminder that shedding that skin no matter how painful, is what being human is. It is not to walk the same path as your neighbor. It is not to make a million dollars a year. It is not to exceed your competitor. It is only to be. Exactly the way you are. Exactly the way you were meant to be.

Breathe that in dear friends. You already are more than enough.

July 26th, 2011

Ever Feel Creatively Called?

It kind of feels like a pull. A loud urgent desire to get something done. Sometimes it comes when I’m still and quiet and I hear the word, “Paint!” coming from deep within. Other times I’m biking while staring at the beautiful effortless architecture of a rose.

Usually, it happens when there’s not a tape recorder, camera or canvas in sight. So I pedal fast, memorize the phrase, capture the image, and pray that the lines of poetry, sparks of inspiration or visual of my next painting will stay long enough until I have the means to write it down or sketch it when I get home.

These days my infatuation has been roses. They are in full bloom now. And also there is something so enigmatic about them. In fact, their petals draw me in so much so that I have in the past been late for class because I could not resist sticking my nose in them, feeling the soft petals against my skin and inhaling their sweet scent.

I decided to buy myself some white roses at the farmer’s market this weekend and they have been a constant source of inspiration.

Here’s a close-up:

I also was inspired to paint using my new set of watercolors. This time I did it free-hand based on an image of a flower I noticed while biking.

Orange floral painting

Another shot:

Painting

What have you been creatively called to do lately?