Inspiration is a tricky thing to define. It seems to be something new every time it appears. It could be love, it could be hate, it could be hunger or the “Common Good”. As inspiration is not a solid matter but an energy that causes a reaction I can honestly say what inspires me today may not tomorrow. If I am honest I can tell you that I have been motivated by many different things. Since I am published in books, newspapers and music as well as my work featured on television, most of my “inspiration” comes from a desire to achieve. As the id works on the ego does to accomplish. You see all men and woman are ego motivated. At the core of every inspiration is the mind of a moth. When light does enter the mind as inspiration, it calls to the ego and id to achieve or attempt to achieve and end. The first time I saw a Monet painting it was inside some ones house. I looked at the strokes and they drew tears to my eyes, because for years I had been motivated to paint by my great reverance for paintings. In that moment I understood part of the painting language when I examined the work within inches of it. I could see where Monet was hurried, where he was deliberate and I knew then that I was was becoming literate in the language of art. The one beyond the simple observation of the art. That has inspired me ever since. You see I never met him, didn’t read much about him, until then and had never seen a painting by him in person. I was drawn to tears beacause I felt I knew him for a moment. that he had left in his strokes a message for me that I could pick up 100 years later…the message was “Paint”.
There are no artists, only those who love art and begin to make it themselves. I am leaving a record behind now so that someones grand child can pick it up 100 years from now. I hope the record inspires them.