One of the most common questions a writer is asked is, How do you come up with all those ideas? One answer is life, just live life, but that’s too easy.
Observing the world can be inspiring. Reading. Moreover, there is the muse — I wait for my muse to talk. And if it doesn’t, that’s called writer’s block. Some writers despise the idea of writer’s block. No such thing, they insist. Just sit down and produce copy.
There are as many answers as creatives, none wrong. We all live within ourselves, within our perceptions. It is in such places, I think, that art is born.
There is no explaining inspiration, is there? No explaining art. Art is born of questions and doubts in a world of imperfection.
Through art, we have the capacity to shape our perception and the perception of others. Art speaks to the confluence of feelings and mind; and we keep digging and presenting our finds.
One thing is clear, art is a necessity — at least to its creator. Inspiration is something else entirely.
So, as humans used to say a century ago or so … What say ye?