Inspiration for the artist

I am in a studio class this semester.....it's an artist's dream: make art, think about art, look at art. No assignments, just create.


& I have not made one piece!

I've decided that my inspiration is not being harvested........(its not being sown either, but that is something else entirely)

Inspiration is stifled by facebook. I am serious. For all its glory...facebook can destroy single handedly GPAs, full night's sleep, and also my inspiration. It seems to suck it right out of me....like an eager vacuum. Here is an example for your benefit: I return from class, skip down the hall, elated by my afternoon freedom and enter my room. I begin to prepare my "work area" for the master painting I've been dreaming of when, suddenly, a little, sniggley idea foists itself upon me.....2 minutes: facebook. We all know how I behave from here. Two minutes turns into five hours later. I awake abruptly from the stupor where I've lulled clicking robotically. I find that the world continued on while I breaked. My hallmates finished their work and their dinners. My roommate is turning out the light. How did this happen? When did my inspiration dissolve? Definitely during those clicks through past profile pictures, friends of friends blogs and super-pokes.
But I know that facebook is not the only culprit to inhibit inspiration from manifesting itself tangibly. There is also the atmosphere of my dorm room, my four walls can make a stifling climate. The worst of all inspiration-theives is the box of my own mind. I'm not trying to sound Matrix here....but I can totally limit my own creativity by fear and laziness...by curtailing those wondrous and bizarre possibilities with the mundane and safe options.
I need freedom! I need air! I need to make art already!

I find inspiration in:

• scripture
  
• poetry
  
• ocean and sky
  
• other art
• good books

Where does one start? How can I carry over my ideas into reality?

waxing poetic

I wish there were infinite fonts and colors to describe the feelings floating about in my chest. I would use vermillion in fine etches on a serene soft satin or maybe a defiant plum font to scribble my squawky ideas. But here I am, instead, with the generic Georgia to write out my day. I suppose this will have to pass. I need to use the writer's means of emotive communication...instead of italics, use an unusual synonym or a well defined phrase. I'll have to provide my flash in the written way of concept instead of visually.....

Blogs are foreign to me. How can I be honest and thoughtful without the fear of judgment? Can I get past the need to appear deep and just be geniune and state in plain english, "Today was ok. I didn't study or do much...."

Where can I begin? Where can I be myself and still be interesting?