Walking at least begins to raise the heart rate, getting more oxygen to the brain. The brain takes a breath. Walking outside is good - it allows for long-distance views. Outside of the walls, even if the view is familiar, expanding vision is good.
Inspiration wasn't to be found there, but resolve was. Possibly it was the energy gained from movement, but mostly what I applied was 'soldiering.'
I told myself the this is my job. Lack of inspiration is not an excuse for not working and there are still plenty of things to be done. I sort of shamed myself into motivation. I'm not sure I recommend this particular approach, but it's what happened.
"Be happy in your work, pear." If you recognize that quote, you've probably watched too many bad comedies. But it applies like no other sometimes and Ben and I have said it to each other plenty.
So I came back and went to work, reassuring myself that every day doesn't have to be inspired- can't be inspired- because what would be the magic of inspiration if it is always present?
Silly human.
Good luck with your own inspiration and soldiering. It seems both are necessary to produce any sort of art. It seems both are necessary to live everyday life.
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Shamed motivation--been there, done that. But you're absolutely right about the necessity of soldiering on despite the absence of inspiration. Fortunately, it really isn't absent. It's just gone underground for a while. When it reappears, you'll be ready. I still believe in you even if I don't say it often enough.
Have a good weekend full of dreaming and doing.
Hi!
I was searching for a picture of your sculpture that inspired Nail Gaiman to write "The Sweeper of Dreams" but I failed. Could you probably post a photo of it?
Cheers,
Damian
psssst...
"I told myself the this is my job." ?
It's all in the poppets.
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