Today I ventured into the special collections area of the state library and held an exquisitely leatherbound and brown tinged copy of "The Zankiwank and the Bletherwitch" from the 189os, illustrated by Arthur Rackham. I know, yep, a kids book. It all felt very serious, handing my stack request list in to one desk, ambling over to another part of the library past shelves of georgeously ancient looking texts wondering what mysteries they contained, (could have been bus timetables) until I started reading....downright exquisitely silly! Beautyfull calligraphy and illustrated with etchings of characters odd and bizarre. Exactly the medicine I needed...
Sometimes u just get into the right spot, and timing, for what is needed to reignite some inspiration. Not that I ran home to create any volumous or postumous works, it just felt....gazing out at the branches of the now balding jacaranda, sighingly slightly, good. By godess I even shimmied and isolated a few tribal bellydance moves! Perhaps the dark moon in sagitarius shifted somethingk too. If it did about bloody time!
What else inspires me at the moment?..... Seed packets, stories staring mutants (the ones with their undies on the inside), music that hits a nerve (or massages, or tingles, or draws a tear out), nature (and how patient and generous she is with our species), a clean face (grots delight), travellers and tinkers (some combining the two), rocks (especially in building drystone walls, like a jigsaw), my cat (how patient and generous she is with our species), things quivering on the edge of exhistance (ideas and projects to be yet born) and despite all the shiiiiit of the last year, people. Their abillity for kindness, especially in those moments, when they really cant be fucked being supportive, patient with our species, or are just plain ol busy and tired, but somehow the love gets through it anyways, almost subconciously.
As much as there is shadows, I begin to see again that there is dappled gentle light, not blinding white, but a blended soul mix of dark and light somewhere betwixt....where inspiration whispers personal delights through signs in a cosmic lovesong to us each. Heres to rooting, snuffling, digging, ferreting, photographing, recording, stitching, gathering... whatever your chosen method to find those images, feelings, sounds, tastes, textures, colours, memories, tales, that inspire your senses and faith in the beauty that exhists, sometimes quietly, other times with a ta da and a shabang!
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