I am not exactly sure who to address this to. I’m looking for the source of my doodling inspiration. Historically, there were nine Greek goddesses assigned to this task, but the Greece and their early retirement age, those Muses are probably busy with other things. I consider myself fairly spiritual, so I suppose I could use the general cop-out of “the universe” I am going to stick with “Muse” for simplicity’s sake.
As an Artist, I often get the question, “Where do you get your ideas?” I also hear it often on Interviews of many Artist's on Youtube. I love watching other's Interview, more famous Artist, on their teeth as they struggle to answer. I am often tempted to say, “From that Blue eyed Girl, along with my energy to admire her” Or, “From Leonardo Da Vinci, who inspired me to doodle everything I see or I want to see, to write everything what I feel” The real answer is both simple and complex: The creativity comes from some where far away from sky. I’m not sure where that part of me comes in that. Sometimes the words are there. Sometimes they are not. Creativity or muse or imagination – you’re a gift, no doubt. However, not all gifts are blessings, Look at David Foster, Kurt Cobain, Bob Marley, Michael Jackson, Lucy Gordon or any of the other countless artists who have been overburdened by their “Gift”. There’s a darkness of every creativity, and it’s terrifying to look into. The anxiety of the creative is a terrible thing. Knock on the door in the middle of night , a Girl waiting in the rain at scheduled spot with her broken umbrella, and clouds are rolling in that, a Guy dialing a phone number thousand time even when it clearly say's that is switched Off, all of these might be great short story subjects, but it’s no fun to shuffle through the multitude of the grim possibilities that present themselves. There are many days I wish for a little less gift.
Dear Muse, You know, The darkness is going to fade away. The doodling inspiration wasn't there.But then, the moment, An Artist waits for, No preparation (that’s just like you, Muse) and it hits. I was sitting on my bed, scrambling my Rubik's cube and my Fishes turns to me and gave few Flying Fishy Kisses, with a face I have never seen before. No, I am going to draw it what I saw and what I felt in that moment I am going to put everything on paper. I was inspired. Also so deeply moved I thought my heart would burst. Just as quickly, and the moment was over. I scribbled some more odd lines on paper , mesmerizing . Dammit !! I could have done it before. Later, as I set down to draw about it in more, I relived the feeling as I put it into lines which came out as your face. It’s always a good sign when I’m crying and smiling at the same time when drawing. You always come through Muse, just when I need it.
So thank you, Muse, for that moment. I will continue to ride the highs and lows of the doodling Life, without succumbing to the darkness and while savoring the moments like I had with you. As always, I’ll draw about them both.