For my wonder readers, please excuse my ramblings; this is just my random stream of 💭 thought.
What do you do when you’ve run into a wall? Do you trudge on and continue until you get back into the “groove”? Do you go for a long walk by the river side, warm beaches, take a night out with you friends and recharge? Where do you find your muse?
Searching for inspiration is tiring – would you even call it inspiring when you had it under pressure? For me I loved nature – the sun, the sea, the mountains, the hills; everywhere and nowhere, you name it I likely loved it. This is usually reflected in my art and fashion style- I love things that look natural, the shade, the flow, the fluidity; the genuine article.
After all the original body lifted into a higher being is not the original it rather a distortion, so do I have to find it amazing and inspiring? For me, the answer is no. I love it, I hate it – it’s only my opinion, I can do what I please with it, right? So does this stand mean that this unique experience is my identity, my muse even?
So would Mother Nature then be my muse? I wish. It takes its anger out on me every month, I don’t think it is happy to be my muse if so.
Ha, I still can’t force pen and paper together, unless the mood hits me. All I can write is that when there’s a writers block, accept it, find something beautiful to be inspired by. Write a synopsis; something short, ugly and utterly your feelings; Maybe it will dissolve?
Art allows you to show how you perceive the world around you because no one else in the world looks at it exactly like you!! So even just writing about that is utterly unique and you. So be proud, loud and walk a little brighter because let’s face it there is noe else in this world of 7 billion like you, right?
so here’s me with my random points of blubbering….
thread softly, because you thread on my dreams