Inspiration strikes at weird times and it is affected by everything around us. Things we do, see, hear, read, feel and think about. Images pop up or the simple urge to make a mark pushes us to create. It happens in countless mediums and in countless ways. I sit in my room and read and think and then I have the urge to draw. Someone told me about how children at a certain age draw for the simple pleasure of making marks and the feel of the motion as pencil hits paper. So I did that. I just drew, with really no meaning or purpose other than the marks I made felt good to draw. Great artists spend their entire lives trying to draw like a child. And I really think there is something behind that.
Happiness is a mental or emotional state of well being characterized by positive or pleasant emotions going from contentment to intense joy.
I had a shoot at Holcomb Garden on Butlers campus, never been before so grabbed some grub, a recently woken soul, cheez-its & hit the middle most grassy point and sat. Watching people come and go. Small chatter of birds. The freshly dampened grass from the early morning. The screaming laughter of children.
Watching this little one run and play topped off the early afternoon. She was full of happiness. So simple, so innocent.