I am trained to be an architect. But the images in my head cannot be stilled. Color in all ways, expression in multiple mediums. This fact has bothered me for quite some time. But then I started looking into the artists I admire. They all work(ed) in multiple mediums. It is only our consumerist tendencies that focus on artist’s expressions in one medium at a time. But if you take the time, you can understand that the work comes all the time, in many different ways. A painting, a collage, a drawing or sculpture. A building or jewelry. The artist does not limit him or herself, we only limit ourselves and the opportunity to fully experience the art made when we focus on a specific medium. It’s all art in the end.
Inspiration arrives at the unlikeliest of times. Casual and unexpected, we almost pass it by if not paying attention to what is in front of us. And if we ignore the gift we lose it forever. Like lightning bugs in a summer sky inspiration is fleeting. But if we grasp it and hold on for a moment before it leaves we can carry inspiration with us for a bit. But take care, it’s not with us forever. On the way out as it escapes our subconscious we have a moment to decide , take care now, pay attention now before the magic leaves forever. Mark it down. Make it real.
Lightly attached to their hosts, bromeliads were everywhere once I realized they were there . On the trees. Seeming to hover in the air. And then I found a few in the ground, a little careful observation and I realized they had been knocked from the trunks by the resident black bears. Yes! In Florida the bears are in the wilderness , too! Such awesomeness is in the World!
A few weeks ago I was slogging through the Florida marsh on a hike. Quite different than my hikes in Montana. But the experience of inspiration is the same. High in a dead trees near the end if the hike was an Osprey’s nest. Twigs and branches assembled together to create a place of protection for a family. In the bright evening light it glowed, magic hanging in the air.