Sunday, 8 July 2012
Inspiration - where does it come from?
I think these odd things are in us all, which is why there's a frisson of something when we see them. An ability to recognise a concept that runs deeper than everyday life. It's amazing what the brain takes in in a few short seconds, too. I calculated that the girl was happy and comfortable, she was warm, the breeze was mild. There's probably the scent of flowers in the air, perhaps the scent of coming rain. It spoke volumes, and much of this inner dialogue is impossible to put into words. It's sensations and feelings - distant ideas and timeless memories.
So what do these connections wake in us? There's a multitude here, if I could find plenty like this I would be pleased. I am designing a deck of tarot cards, and would love to use images that speak to the very root of me. It's made me think of painting, poetry, dance, music, and collecting things of a theme to see what I draw from that. It's certainly a good way of relating how I feel about fibromyalgia. There are days when I'm happier 'away from my body' which hurts constantly. I think myself into a small holiday and give myself respite. This is what I think the girl is doing. So out of this photo, comes this poem.
The world is noise,
phones cars sirens talking.
nothing worth hearing.
The body is pain
pins knives cudgels
no sensation worth noting.
I think of the dark sea, the rocks, lighthouse.
My face peels from my head,
it's etheric layer floats up.
The lights in the channel blink, in turn,
my legs disappear as I feel the sand under my toes.
My neck evaporates in the soft breeze, I taste salt on my lips.
I'm gone, the physical body is static,
Like a mannequin, waiting for my return.
Symptoms on hold, I run, I am the wind.
I lie in the water, fly over cliffs, hide in the trees.
for a while....then
Back to world....back to body.