Inspiration comes from many, many places. It is the spark within that I worship, but the real work is getting the inspiration to fully manifest onto this physical plane. The mastery of any creative outlet is to journey on some sort of understanding of how to channel skill in a way that gets a message of inspiration across.
When it comes to Poetry, I always find that reading too much poetry can infiltrate my inspiration and my true voice. I find myself not honoring who I am on the inside, but instead accidentally absorbing the feelings and energy of all the poems around me. That is why I usually only turn to my favorites. The poems I can read over and over again and will read for years. I have multiple Charles Bukowski poems memorized. His voice centers me and reminds me of my voice. He inspires me to be true to myself in my words and reminds me that our stories all contain some sense of wisdom. When I am down in the dumps, I bring myself back to AI's poetry and sink my soul into her dark emotional imagery. Her light can be heard so much through her stark monologues and hard life. She centers me with her words. Her darkness reflects my own. And when I am in a cheerful mood, I recite out loud Pablo Neruda poems in their original spanish text. The romanticism of the language, his imagery, and light reminds me of the beautiful energy that can be found in the everyday moment. He reminds me that love is everywhere. They all inspire me to write for me and that is what I look for in inspiration. How someone has mastered a creative outlet to invoke an emotion, memory, or the energy of the present moment within my own energy.
As an Intuitive Abstract Artist, I find myself always returning to chiseling out energy from my memory. As if I am remembering over and over, again what I was meant to say. When I look at paintings, I like to connect with the artist. Feel their energy, their space, their narrative. But again, like with poetry, if I look at too much art, I might accidentally create a painting or be playing around with something that inspired me and realize that I am painting what I absorbed from someone else's work. That doesn't inspire me to be a better artist. It upsets me if anything when I do that because I am ultimately using painting as an outlet to remember me and spread my own messages about energy. I want to look at art that invokes that memory of myself. I want to stand tall in myself and be inspired that I can courageously shine on this world without the need to absorb anyone or anything else.
And that is what these ladies do for me. They inspire me with their story. They center me. They gently shine with who they are and share the guts of their soul with the world. I don't absorb any of it. I stand next to it. Their artwork invokes memories I might of lost and their natural conversation with their skill inspires me to work on my relationship with my skill as well. Just looking at their art, I can soak in memory. My own memory. It invokes my energy and I can mirror what I find within as I stare at their work. It touches on my own thoughts, it brings to life something that might of needed to be dusted off. Meditating on their work inspires me to be better, so I can continue on my journey.
4. Lisa Morgan
These Powerful Lady Painters keep me going. They remind me of the power of paint. They remind me of the power of being a creative. And I love them so much. What are some of your favorite artists?