I think about it constantly… what inspires? Not only inspirations for my own work, but others as well.
Why do some artists prefer photography while some prefer oil? Why do some writers focus on children’s stories while some are masters as murder mysteries?
Where does the inspiration come from? Why when we aren’t feeling our creative best, do we blame it on lack of inspiration… as our usualy inspiration pool left for a coffee break?
I don’t think so. I think sometimes we just stop to look at life a little differently than usual. Our focus now unfocus, we lose site of the things that inspire us most. My inspiration is the tiny world I live in.
I think about inspiration quite a bit. I’m constantly in awe of the life that surrounds me. I often wonder how I got to where I am and where I will be tomorrow. But no matter how I look at it, I always come back to a single constant…
Good, bad, delightful or quirky, sometimes they may be backwards or upside down… my family is the constant that keeps me moving forward. They are the inspiration behind the drive to do more, to be more. Life inspires me… ultimately my family is my life.