thanks to those who passed on their bits of inspiration to me so far. i’d love to have any great links to things that really get the creative gods in you going. music, books, pictures… the process you have to go through.
last night i dug through deviant art, plucking bits of yum here and there.
1. wind n stuff 2. longest scarf award 3. war bonnet 4. strawberry mouse 5. your song 6. mandolinist 7. fire escape 8. lady 9. hat
my process begins by finding bits of inspiration- pulling it from wherever i find. it could be in the lyrics of a song, in a photograph, in a painting, in movie credits… anything. i am constantly collecting bits of information. if i had some magazines lying about, i’d take some scissors to them- and glue it all back together in a yummy arrangement in a journal. (the process in that alone is relaxing and uplifting)
so once i’ve found a piece that has jump started my mojo. i sharpen my pencil. (steven hates this part… it is true… i don’t shave the pencil over the bin, leaving bits of shavings and lead on the table) i only mention sharpening the pencil- because it’s a process in itself. i used to watch my papa sharpen his pencils with his pocket knife… my older brothers had pocket knives- so one christmas i asked for one. and that year a fat red swiss army knife awaited me. (i still remember dad teaching me carefully how to close it… i wonder if it was more delicate about it with me, since i was the girl- or if he was like that with the boys about it too.. hmmmm) i imagined myself carving sharp sticks-like i watched my brother do. but in the end, i used it to sharpen my pencils with.
now it’s just a kitchen knife. le sigh. where has the ceremony gone of that magic red swiss army?
you’re thinking. why not just use a pencil sharpener. OR you’re thinking why is she still going on about a fecking pencil?
well good point. on both counts.
fat pencils. and because they are important, damn it.
nothing like a big fat pencil in the hand. nice and sharp. smooth on the paper. mmm… and the smell of the pencil shavings brings you right back to elementary school days- when life was simple… and you were unafraid to ask your teachers anything… like. ‘why does your butt move when you walk?’
…i asked that to my second grade teacher.
i was memorized by her bum, apparently.
moving on.
then i get some music going!
i had grand intentions of creating a play list for you, a selection of the songs i have on my ‘create’ mix. but. er. ehm.
well you just need to come over and paint with me and find out what’s on it. eh?
oooh oooh! i just had an idea. forgivemeforthinkingout…er.loud.
how about… an inspiration/creating/crafting/editing/muse erotica cd mix swap!
how it works:
you enter your name
i’ll draw a winner on sunday.
congratulations! if you win. i’m not sure what i am congratulating you for- because this isn’t the greatest thing ever. er… THEN you’ll put together a mixed cd that you listen to while you work. or whistle to while you work. whatever works…
i’ll put mine together, and throw in a little something special.
and we’ll post them to each other!
ta-daaaaaa
how does that sound?
are you interested?
tell me in the comments.
