Inspiration is a tricky thing, elusive, mysterious, and seemingly oh-so-necessary. As artists, we seem to be in a constant mad quest for it: despairing if we don’t have it, desparate to hang on to it when we do.
Yet I have finally realized that this is backwards. If I depended on inspiration to create art, I’d never get anything done. For me, inspiration is not the fuel of my art, it is the reward for creating it. When I am focused and disciplined in my art creation, then sometimes I am granted a small blessing, a brief moment of clarity and vision and confirmation.
But without the work, I don’t earn the inspiration.