A Collection of City Thoughts


Friday, November 13, 2009

bad karaoke

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be inspired. What inspires me to want to make work? Who inspires me the most? What it means to be uninspired? How do I pull myself out of those times of creative drought. How do I inspire other people?

I've come to accept many things about myself. One is that I will always question every step I make. I will always be a little afraid to let you in. I will always be a little afraid of what you'll find.

I've also come to realize many things about this world of ours. One is that virtually everyone feels as I do. Even the most audacious artist fears what they don't know.

In all of this 'thinking' and 'analyzing' and 'reflecting' that I've been doing, I've come to realize that the ultimate thing that inspires me is you. Knowing you. Knowing pieces of you. Identifying with you. Hating you. Loving you. Learning from you.

Being an honest person, an honest artist, an honest and artful human being is what inspires me.

It's like sitting in a karaoke bar and listening to someone sing an awful version of 'I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston. Their pitch is way off. They sound like dying road kill. But there they are standing in front of you, singing with unbridled passion and energy. I envy this person. I love this person in fact. I love this person for everything they are in that moment. For sharing with me something I can understand.

In everything I do from now on I want to be honest and open.