To my fellow creatives.
There are times you might feel uninspired and you don't know what you need to do. You are lost and have caught yourself to be complacent. You find yourself searching online for images, words of wisdom... and sometimes it gets to the point where you've done nothing for hours. Then you realize nothing is sparking. "Maybe I should go out and get some fresh air and walk..."
It is perhaps the most debatable conversation but you've wasted so much time searching for "inspiration" that in the end you have nothing to show for it.
You did not act upon anything that can be founded as a basis for any real progress. Perhaps it is a question of whether or not you did the research necessary or asked the right questions about the project to use as inspiration.
Is your talent of a more intuitive nature? Intuition can be trained and disciplined. It would be much easier in any creative industry if we just could tell clients and other types who commission us that "I'm not feeling so inspired" story. But... no...
Business is based upon things getting done and in result meeting a bottom line. You might agree that this idea is generally agreed upon. If you don't get stuff done.
I just feel... That if you keep waiting around for "inspiration" and stop training yourself for deadlines... You will never find an absolute stable retainer situation in your life. If deadlines aren't your thing. Then maybe your place is not in "industry" or you're in the wrong industry. and.. blah blah blah... I will touch on this more some time. For now... I will motivate you, the reader, creative or not, and myself to just GET STUFF DONE! Then you can live your life and reward yourself with that "...fresh air and walk..." and be able to fully embrace it.
Otherwise... you are suppressing a God given talent. It would only make sense that you get completely stressed and build questions, especially if you are looking for inspiration from outer consumption, solely.
Inspiration can come from the most minimal aspects of working on a project. Sometimes making and writing down the project title of a piece of work your actualizing will be enough to clear and steer your vision.
So tuck it in. Roll up your sleeves and get dirty into it. Find the details that matter to sell that "big idea" - in actuality any idea can work if you sell it well with the support it needs.
How good is your idea? It better be good. If your doing crap you don't care about... it will show when your trying to get new business and have to present your portfolio of work in whatever creative realm you find yourself in.
As my former agency creative director once said to me "God is in the details." I'm still working on it... Everyday!
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Saturday, April 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
In the night
I felt like writing a poem two nights ago, and I posted it on my facebook when I did it. I don't know why I didn't just post it here as well.
Here it goes...
"Light"
That sunlight that I remember since
the day we met we beamed to bliss,
How else could it simply exist
this ambience of fire like summer sunlight mist
deep within our eyes we speak
to ourselves as if so meek,
dancing this night in spite
of dangerous delight, she puts up no fight
sensing each other as if no one in sight
Holding your hand is like flying a kyte,
us becoming so light, to grab, I need no might.
feeling so high
with clouds passing by
the world spins but all I hear are your sighs
Gazing and guessing if that light in our eyes
Could be something too special
Something far from lies,
Perhaps never dies,
Arising through ryes,
Under the skies,
Lit bright by the moon,
it all ended too soon,
Farewell for now sweet flower of fire
for I know the thought of me will never retire.
+E
Here it goes...
"Light"
That sunlight that I remember since
the day we met we beamed to bliss,
How else could it simply exist
this ambience of fire like summer sunlight mist
deep within our eyes we speak
to ourselves as if so meek,
dancing this night in spite
of dangerous delight, she puts up no fight
sensing each other as if no one in sight
Holding your hand is like flying a kyte,
us becoming so light, to grab, I need no might.
feeling so high
with clouds passing by
the world spins but all I hear are your sighs
Gazing and guessing if that light in our eyes
Could be something too special
Something far from lies,
Perhaps never dies,
Arising through ryes,
Under the skies,
Lit bright by the moon,
it all ended too soon,
Farewell for now sweet flower of fire
for I know the thought of me will never retire.
+E
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