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.
I got to talk about art tonight. I like talking about the general idea of art and what it is. I think we are living in an amazing time for art and it’s many expressions. It’s amazing to see how countless people are taking their ideas and expressing it them in limitless ways. All the different mediums and then all the different styles and movements and personal touches within each medium. I think now, more than ever people are expressing themselves in incredibly diverse ways. So diverse that some may not even see it as art. We are pushing ourselves and the limits and there are conversations and debates and it’s intense and I love it. Our art is full of life and creativity and passion and I hope it only continues and increases.
I’ve started writing again. I’ve always enjoyed writing. I like creating stories, expressing ideas, explaining thoughts. Putting words on paper. A lot of the time I write on the computer. It’s easy and convenient. But every now and then I take the time and write by hand, with a fountain pen. There is something special about this type of writing. The ink flowing out of the pen, tattooing the paper and creating words, all controlled by one’s hand. It’s special. It’s like Zambra said. “There’s a drive when you write on paper, a sound to the pencil. A strange equilibrium between elbow, hand and pencil.”