Inspiration
A moment ago I opened my binder to find my notes on people to contact for the project. I was specifically looking for scribblings during speaking to Vic Zikoor who has given me many leads on finding Iraqi women artists. My plan is to call Vic and ask him please help me with a particular woman who’s name I don’t know. We spoke on the phone but had a hard time understanding one another. Actually I think she and her husband understood me much better then I could understand her. She is further up on the listening skills for my accent then I am to hers. She and her husband gave me both their emails and I sent off a note about the project and attached the sign up sheet. I never heard back from them and don’t know if they ever got the emails. I will enlist Vic to help me with this. I really want to have this woman at our share. She sounds terrific and her husband was raving about her artwork which uses fabrics.
Anyway…. back to the binder being opened. Out flew a paper which I had written after an inspirational moment. By the way wikipidea has a very meaty page about “inspiration”.
This is what I wrote on August 13th of this year.
“Just today, talking to Summer (my daughter) on the phone about my being stuck over choice of project , I was facing my drawings and paintings posted on the wall. I began to focus on the black and white drawings and pen and ink tree images. I was starring and talking. The conversation was about me being stuck, submerged in the muck, worthless, fearful and a failure. I became present to a welling up of emotions while I reacted to those images. I realized what an amazing and powerful creative soul I have. It is so moving for me to see those images and realize they came out of me. They remind me of the spirit of my creativity. I remembered that in the process of creation I can become cleansed of negativity. Now I realize that looking at those images brings a similar, yet more powerful feeling experienced while creating those images. The sensation is peaceful exhilaration that comes with strong physical sensations. I can feel the good juices stirring, lightness and uplifting clarity as though all atoms of myself and those pushing into to me are letting go and pulling back, so I can spread everywhere and be unencumbered by anything mental or physical.”
Trade in your arms for paint brushes, pen and ink, your voice and really seeing.
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