Silently Inspired

I love art galleries. I am not an art critic by any means and cannot claim to know more than the average person with seeing eyes. Nonetheless I choose not to let that down play the way that art makes me feel, and its ability to both inspire and enthral me. My source of passion derives from an artist’s ability to convey an entire feeling captured in one clear moment in time. For someone who relies mostly on words and my ability to verbally articulate my feelings, I find myself completely engrossed by the idea of sharing with the world your views in utter silence. How could I ever manage to fit an entire feeling, story or belief within a snap shot, on a canvas or carved into a sculpture, hence my fascination.

Regardless I allow for this feeling, I make room for this moment of clarity though the expression of someone else and in doing so I offer myself the space to be changed. In the past I have searched for such types of inspiration, now I am reminded that to be inspired I need only one thing, room. Inspiration is the space where what I don’t already know finds the opportunity to meet with what I do know, a moulding of past experiences with present life, creating an entirely new concept that once again can become my own. Therefore my job is not to seek, because it is everywhere, the person in front of me on the subway, graffiti on a park bench or the lines of an old building all serve to inspire. My job is simply creating the space for the new, making a small area within myself that allows the things that may fear me, change me, shock me and soon enough embody me to come together and unite with the things that have already passed though that very course. It is this belief that leaves me standing in an art gallery in front of a beautiful piece of work, contiously making openness my single effort to be inspired.