Sometimes I struggle with finding inspiration for my creativity. I paint, I draw, I write, and I play music, I sew, crochet, and make jewelry. Some days, the ideas roll through my mind like waves on the beach. I have to write the extra things down so I don’t lose them. Other days, I can’t come up with an original idea to save my soul. That’s what makes me wonder, where does creativity come from?
There’s so many theories about this, but it still doesn’t make me able to turn it off and on at will. Wouldn’t that be nice? There’s nights where my brain can’t shut off, coming up with ideas for blogs and painting ideas; color combinations and ideas for flower beds and planting things. Other nights I fall right asleep. Some days I start painting or writing, and I’m disappointed when its time to put things away and go back to work, or to bed, or to do chores. Other days, I can stare at my painting supplies and feel nothing.
I do believe that creativity comes from a place deep within us, within our brains and our souls. But its not an all-access place, it can only be opened with a key. Sometimes, the key is in the lock, ready to be turned by the lyrics of a long forgotten song, or the flash of a bird flying through the brilliant blue sky. Sometimes the key has been hidden, and the lock doesn’t open. I can try to force it open, but it usually doesn’t work.
I have learned that, in my mind anyway, creativity needs inspiration, and that inspiration is my key. I can be inspired by many things, or sounds, or songs, or pictures. I can be inspired, but I can’t make inspiration. I have to find it outside myself. I have to be adventurous. I need to see, and hear, and read, and sing, and be open to the possibilities all around me. I need space, and quiet, and look deep within my heart and mind to find it. I need to experience life in order to find inspiration to be life and express life.
But I also need to be able to look within myself to make that inspiration come to life. I have to look within myself and find where it fits, what it’s doing, and what it stirs inside of me.
Art is life, and life is art. Everyday of our lives is a picture we paint with our actions and thoughts. We write the story of our lives on our hearts, and the hearts of those all around us. We can choose to be an inspiration to others. We can choose to be a song, or a story, or a picture, or all of those things in one. Our lives are the one thing that we have to express, and we should make the most of it. Every one of us is unique in our own way, and no one is going to have the same story or song, or picture as anyone else. Each of us has our own perspective of life, the art of life; and each of us is an artist. You are the ONLY ONE who can write your story, paint your picture, or sing your song. No one else can do it for you.
So what will you write today? Or paint? Or sing? What will inspire your life? And what, pray tell, are you going to do about it?