Inspiration and Perspiration
What is inspiration and where does it come from? Everyone will answer that question differently. For some it's internal, for others it's external, or maybe a combination of the two. We are all unique and find our inspiration in different places at different times and for different reasons.
My inspiration comes:
walking: can be in nature or urban setting, but focus on what's around,
reading: choosing a random book or subject ~ downloading books from the London Public Library is great option,
and listening: conversation, the most important part of communication is listening.
I borrowed the book "The Hidden Life of Trees" from a friend. It took quite a while to read. For me, it was too technical in places, but in the end... Trees are alive. They think. They feel. They communicate. That's where the inspiration started. For the last couple of months I have been observing and thinking about trees more. I have done a couple of sketches, but it's really just the start. I am not sure where this will take me....
An interesting read: "Why Inspiration Matters" from Harvard Business Review.
The Village Idiot
Located in Old South, "The Village Idiot" is a destination for music lovers from all corners of the city and beyond. The original illustration (SS80 The Village Idiot) was completed in 2016, based on the photo taken in 2013. A recent request prompted me to do a new one. You gotta love the red trim! It gives the facade so much character and so much charm. Some buildings need to be recorded, captured, illustrated and enjoyed. This is one of those buildings.
Below: First image is photo is from 2013. Second image is recently completed illustration. Third image is photo taken in 2020.
Do you like the red colour scheme OR the black colour scheme?
Hidden Life of Trees
After reading the book, "The Hidden Life of Trees" by Peter Wohlleben, I look at trees differently. I did not find the book an easy read and it took a long time to get through it... but the book certainly opened my eyes to appreciate trees differently. Whether I am walking by river or walking on a golf course, I look more closely the shape, the size, the colour, the texture of the bark, the way it grows, where it grows, and think: how much pain has this tree suffered during its lifetime, how old is this tree, how deep are the roots, how is it communicating with other trees, is it happy?
This tree, with its eight twisty trunks and the umbrella shaped crown, located between the 17th green and the 18th tee box at Greenhills Golf Club is just begging to be drawn and used in my artwork.