It's funny when inspiration hits. You could be anywhere in the world. In any hotel room on any street doing anything and bam - it hits you in the face. It comes from all around and the realization part is sometimes overwhelming. To realize who you are, what you're doing and what you're creating, and then be inspired by that is a crazy feeling. It's also who's around you, what you're surrounding yourself with, the projects you're involved in, the energy you let in and out of yourself. It's a combination of all these things to find inspiration, I think. And I guess you take these moments and run with them. Just sit down and spit it out, whether it's a drawing, a web page, a graphic or photo. Then it becomes books, and bigger things, and what's next, who knows? It's almost like you can't create fast enough. There's not enough daylight or night time to accomplish everything you want to do. There's always this book to read, photo to take, painting to paint, next painting to paint, doodle to doodle out, emotion to express, etc. Sleep seems pointless until you're in bed.
I wouldn't say this post was inspired.
Or perhaps it is.
A live one man show, one that many around the world would love to see, is unfolding before me in this old dusty hotel room in San Francisco. It's cold and rainy outside but blasting warm inside with just the pure sound of an acoustic guitar and the typing of my keyboard.
Life is good.
Peace,
-marc
Today I walked to the Borders (a book store) closest to my house and picked up a copy of ALONG FOR THE RIDE. I have been waiting for this day since the dream formed in my mind. "Walk into a book store and buy a photography book with your photos and your name on it". That happened today. I walked in and the store, in the same store that sells Annie Leibovitz and Ansel Adams books and there was mine. Photography by Marc Blackwell. A 96 full color BOOK full of images I took with the camera that's sitting 2 feet away from me.
