Whilst I was painting the other day my daughter who is nine years old came to watch then she asked me the simple and exhausted question anyone who is interested in art might ask “where do you get your inspiration?”
Some questions children pose entice an eternal search and incessant theories, such as the classic “so, if God created the world, where did God come from?” usually posed by children between the age of five to eight and baffling geniuses, brilliant physicists and philosophers since the beginning of time.
Inspiration is a curious thing. I can’t say that inspiration comes solely from the mind, because the mind is ever thinking and never satisfied, but I can’t say it is something from the soul or the body either, all human bodies are the same, and the soul remains a mysterious intangible force, inspiration is most likely what the heart sees with its own eyes and not the ones in the two sockets just below our foreheads. Inspiration is a vision which we do not perceive by our five senses; inspiration is gift nature gives to those who are patient, to those who suffer and hope, to those follow their bliss bravely without a glimpse of that light at the end of the tunnel.
“You do not need to leave your room.
Remain sitting at your table and listen.
Do not even listen. Simply wait.
Do not even wait. Be quiet, still and solitary.
The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked.
It has no choice. It will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” Franz Kafka