All of us artists on here, whether our medium of choice be with the flow of or words and the thoughts we possess, or an eye for photagraphy, or even the deft strokes of a pen, pencil, or paint brush, we all know the struggle for inspiration. There are days where one can go completely uninspired, unable to create, for that is what the artist does; create. And these days can be hard on minds, our souls. The struggles within that our caused by a lack of inspiration try us all.
And conversely, all of us too know that inspiration can come to us from the most unlikely of places sometimes, and others, its from a continuous scource. Whether our muse be a pet, a place, or a loved one is up to the individual. And as inspiration can come from a great many places, so will it come from emotions.
Love, happiness, lust, peace. Sorrow, despair, pain. Anger, hate, rage. All of these can create inspiration and for some of us, the darker of these emotions inspire more than the light.
For myself, i garner my inspiration often from the love and happiness of my loved one...
And then, when the love is torn apart, I;m only left with the dark side of it all.
I guess I can say that I have felt extremely inspired lately, for pain is my greatest inspiration of all.
But i think, that if pain is to be my inspiration, I'd rather remain uninspired.
I've written a slew of poems and added to stories lately, but I feel that it is all to be unshared.
I do not usually have a problem sharing. I like the critiques, but maybe, for once, it's all just too dark and personal to be unleashed. So in my head it will all stay. Locked away to keep me, and her, safe...