I’ve been feeling the black hole that exists when all inspiration is gone. I found a momentary peace in the lack of creativity, content to be in the present and just appreciate creation for a while. Then I started to play what I call “Explore Tour” on Flickr and swirl endlessly in the black hole as I see the remarkable talent that is out there. It makes me want to delete my account.
I was just sitting here, listening to Xavier Rudd. Come Let Go is one of the few songs that switches my mind to another state. There is something inside that I can’t quite grasp.
This got me thinking about what my work is lacking. I try to create, I try to capture… but in the end it’s empty. Expression is missing, the pulling out of myself and the pushing of this force into a project. Like sending messages into space that someone somehow somewhere someday might hear and just know, whether they understand or not, that I was here.