During the Creative Process
Desperately Seeking Inspiration
Desperately seeking inspiration.
That sounds pretty…desperate…doesn’t it?
I’m a creative person and I am not ashamed to admit it (both the creative part and the desperate part).
Inspiration IS my water. I can live a little while without it, but I know eventually I will succumb ‘to feelings of worthlessness’ without it.
I’ve arrived in Paris. It is a place that has inspired many people. Hemingway, Picasso, Monet, Degas–authors and painters galore.
Curiously, a truth that can often be overlooked is this:
What has inspired others may not do it for us.
What might be the thing we think we should be inspired by, since we are painters and writers, might not be the thing that will work at all.
With that in mind, I’ve decided while here to go lightly and listen lowly. Paying close attention to whisperings and urgings of what might be a delight to me.
Less of what I think it should be if I am indeed a REAL artiste.
More of what it might be if I allow this childish heart of mine to clumsily grasp the delights that might not seem ‘grown-up’ enough for my profession.
I would do you a disservice if I came here only to repeat what is safe and predictable.
I would do my creativity a disservice if I came here and did only the safe and predictable. Weighing myself down with the burden of trying to be what I think I SHOULD be, rather than being who I really am.
It is up to you and me to wholly be ourselves. To skip a rock across the Seine. Perhaps do a bit of skipping ourselves on the wide expanses of the Louvre courtyards. To not worry if we can’t speak the language or seem not chic enough for the Champs Elysees. I can’t be great or evolved or use my gifts if I spend it all trying/wishing I were something other than what I am 🙂
We alone are the one who turns the critical eye inward on one whose beauty and gifts are already perfectly formed. Because of this, I am determined to mix this game up and come out with inspiration for me and for you.
So perhaps it will be not so much discovering of Paris, but more so a discovering of you and me.
Paris is here waiting for us to discover.
Bonjour and let the adventure begin!
Note: I am sharing lots of video shorts and pics via Instagram stories. They disappear in 24 hours so you will want to watch them when you see them appear 😉 If you’d like to follow along, my Instagram link is instagram.com/dreamatolleperry
P.S. For long-time readers of my journal, you may be wondering if Eddie the Cat has made an appearance since my arrival. Found these love locks on one of the bridges crossing the Seine. Apparently, he’s here and has been busy with a special someone.
P.S.S. First full day in Paris we made ‘friends’ with Catherine, the local flower shop lady AND met one of her neighbors which makes him our neighbor for now–you can just tell by their faces these are people to love!
In 1999 eight watercolor artists from the Kansas City area spent 10 days in Giverny staying in a lodge, eating wonderful French meals. During the day we traveled in a van gathering experiences and ideas for future paintings. At 6:00 we would go into the garden and paint for a few hours. One of those days there were only two of us painting in the water garden. The others remained at the Hotel Boudy painting in their garden. My time there was filled with memories I will always cherish. Reading your post and seeing the photos was an absolute delight and awoke those memories again.
Go slowly, listen carefully and be open to wonder and surprises!
And remember one of my favorite quotes, “You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather”.
I have been in Paris about 2 weeks and will stay until the end of June. I have found my inspiration in the wonderful classical concerts in many of the old churches , in the quiet gardens tucked into unsuspected corners, and of course the paintings in the D’Orsay museum. You just have to have an open mind and heart.
Bonjour, bonjour. I just said almost the same thing to a best friend looking for new inspiration for her art. I will pass along your words to her. Many hugs.
I so agreed with this entry – Jim and I are just now home from Paris and I taught in Provence for 10 days – dream trip for sure.
One thing I did studying the masters works was immerse myself in works I’d never seen – I have several new favorites
One night as the golden hour approached we were eating dinner and everyone left the table to just go watch it – like kids going for the Christmas tree – my favorite moment
There’s so much internal pressure as an artist to “be” something — gotta be myself and that’s gotta be enough
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