Sunday, March 4, 2012
I steal inspiration wherever I can...for my writing it may be incidental conversations I have with my customers; I tend to write down ideas that spring from these talks on my computer notepad. I actually have a doodle notepad set up to copy and paste selected items. This has a steady stream of things I have been pasting into it since I got this computer. There are blogs I want to visit, articles I want to read, web addresses containing information I pull for my blogging, or a list of things I don't want to forget. But I seldom open it unless it is to add another item. So as I read it some things amuse me, some things don't tickle anything in my memory. Sometimes it is obvious what the point was. Here is a short example of a section in my notepad:
check on 934 Whittier for aliens.....
concierge keeper of the candles
oldest known animal was quahog (clam) 405 yrs old; scientists had to kill it to determine its age. freaking ironic!
With my painting I snip puzzles, grab photos with beautiful scenes. I study them. Sometimes my very talented daughter will photo shop one of her images she snaps with her phone. I use those as backgrounds on my computer; this is an easy location for pulling inspiration. But I wind up with so many folders to keep all of these because I am unorganized. The clutter on my computer may be a reflection of my brain, echoing the way I live. Here is a terrific example of her creativity, and it would make a marvelous painting:
What is lacking in this formula for creativity? I know that it is me. So many years of thinking about these things have carried over and all I do is think. At times I believe I use other people to validate me, forgetting that the validations should come from within. Painting is fun when I have someone else to paint with. Otherwise I feel like I should be doing something else. Other times it really is my life getting in my way -- sadly nothing fun or exciting. I haven't gone the the movies with my son in months; my routine is work, store, home, watch the birds, sit with mom. I don't even take care of home business. My niece has created a routine of coming over and doing the heavy cleaning. I allow guilt to creep in. When that is there nothing is done.
So now that it is March 3 -- the days are ticking away -- I am going to teach this old dog a new trick. I am going to commit to creativity, add some beauty to my life. After all, the name of my blog was created to reflect painting water colors; the intention of the blog was to share to paintings I create. So it is time to create, damn it!