inspiration

I have a love of art that’s probably secondary only to my love of fine writing.

I have books, books, and more books on my favorite artists.  Paintings featured in gorgeous galleries worldwide.  Prints, posters, postcards of the ones that take my breath away.  And a few sketchbooks and canvases of my own.

But this is the painting I have on my bedroom wall.  It’s the last thing I see before the lights go out, and the first thing in the morning.

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Why this painting, out of all the masterpieces available as prints?
Because it inspires me.  It reminds me that I’m greater than the sum of my poor parts, and that we’re all “creators” in one way or another.  It’s a comforting thought, even when I’m not feeling that spark of the divine—or even particularly human, lol.

Who—or what—inspires you?