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Meeting June 2, 02

 

Joan and Ida finish up their drawings while Sandra looks out the window for inspiration.

  

Joan led today's activities. We started off by cutting up the poems we had created in a previous meeting. We divided them in 3 parts. We each took 3 parts of poems and assembled them into a new poem. We then made a drawing of the images that came to mind and wrote about our experience with spontaneity. Spontaneity, how does it affect your inspiration?

 

For the main activity we started to cut out photos from magazines for a collage we will be making at the next meeting.

 

 

Spontaneity, how does it affect your inspiration?

Edwin Gary Joan Sandra Ida

 

Edwin

I just read over the poem and immediately an image came to mind of someone with their mouth wide open taking in a breath. for every line of the poem I read an image came to mind. It was not difficult. The overall drawing that I did however looks a general mess but it is the elements that I read in the poem. It was not difficult.

 

When I met inspiration...

My arms dropped to my side

I took a deep breath

of the intoxication overwhelm!

 

And now that I've found inspiration

I want to keep going and not worry about balance

and now that I've found inspiration

I want there to be no beginning and no end

Can I go forever enriching my life without stopping?

Can this feeling fill every crevice of my being?

Where would my journey end?

 

And inspiration is still

around every corner

when I want it, But

The hope of new found inspiration

gives me inspiration.

 

 

Gary

Oddly enough, the luck of the draw gave me Edwin's complete poem, instead of three unrelated parts. I got involved in the image of inspiration being cruel and capricious. A sting that is impossible to forget, yet inducing paralysis instead of activity. It is painful, but we still want more. A strange spider-bite. What is the antidote?

 

 

When I met inspiration...

I wasn't looking for it

Inspiration walked like a hungry spider

across the table

Searching for its next victim.

oblivious to the higher powers

that watched its every move

Searching, spinning an invisible web

it found me out

biting, filling me with venom

that moves through my veins

 

And now I've found...

No antidote to the burning coldness

as inspiration wanders off

leaving me alone,

 

And inspiration still gives me...

hope it will return

to bite me another day.

 

 

Sandra

I felt locked up inside and I was blank. I read the poem parts maybe 10 times and I felt even more confused and lost. I started scribbling on the paper and then rejected that paper. then I started again. I did not like this process or and I did not like my creative lostness.

 

 

When I met inspiration...

I was young and foolish

The world seemed a simple place

Time was longer then

When I met inspiration

 

And now I've found...

Today, life seems so short

I am no longer young

And now I've found

Time will not suffer fools

 

And inspiration still gives me...

I seek meaning that remains

When illusions all are lost

And inspiration still gives me

The means to pay the cost.

 

 

Joan

Initially I felt put off by having to take ownership/ or try to understand someone else's creation - when I stopped fighting the ideas in front of me was when I picked up art materials and tried to interpret what was before me. The process started to take on a life of itself and I became connected with what was in the written words - Being forced to relate to random thoughts gave me creative energy.

 

When I met inspiration...

my mind was open and my heart

was willing-

When I met inspiration

the time seem available and the

sun took forever to set

when I met inspiration

the temperatures were warm and the

sweet smell of eucalyptus  filled the air

when I met inspiration

the wildness of the moment took over my body

 

 

And now I've found energy

big dreams and

little projects, a start

a stop, a completion, a

new beginning.

 

And inspiration still gives me...

some place to go

Maybe I can not be with inspiration all the time

Perhaps stopping by and sitting with

inspiration is enough

Finding myself in close proximity of

the energy, the intuition, the new ideas and possible directions that can

give me a map to follow.

Yes even though my conversations with

inspiration may cease, my art will

travel on

  

 

Ida

I enjoyed it immensely. These words speak to me as much as my own words.

I used sunset as a ..... which is common to both inspiration and the reference in the poem to "life beings short".  Additionally the long shadow cast by the low sun servers to accentuate the author's observation that when she met I, her first reaction was that her arms dropped to her side.  The expanse of landscape is meant to reflect the overwhelming feeling of intoxication as noted by the 1st writer.

When I met inspiration...

My arms dropped to my side

I took a deep breath

of the intoxication overwhelm!

 

And now I've found...

Today, life seems so short

I am no longer young

And now I've found

Time will not suffer fools

 

And inspiration is still

around every corner

when I want it, But

The hope of new found inspiration

gives me inspiration.