Today I was listening while I worked. My new goal is to insert creative in to the mundane. At work I am doing a lot of data processing and listening to books or podcasts really help.
Anyway, today I was listening and she was talking about wanting to start a garden. Then how that thought of a garden blossomed into wanting to know more about plants, and then a chain reaction ensued and then she wrote The Signature of All Things. She talks about what if she just ignored that small voice that asked her to start a garden. Read it.
Listening to her speak about that process reminds me of something I am currently following. All the sudden Jean Michel Basquiat has been filling my thoughts. I have always liked certain aspects of his art but have not really taken a plunge into the study of his work. I would wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming about a certain piece of his. Finally I decided I could not ignore it any longer. Now I am researching him, watching documentaries, movies, and looking at any piece of his work I can find. He inspires me. I did not think that could happen because of the way he died. I just never thought someone who lived such a troubled life and then ending his life with a drug overdose would ever inspire me. Now the way he lived his life and even his death have me looking at his work with a whole new set of eyes. He was kind and with a soft heart but also rough around the edges and street smart. This beautiful mess he was inspires my own creative path.
Dustheads by Bisquiat
Maybe I will paint a piece inspired by him and maybe I will just let his creative path give me some freedom in my own path.