What is inspiration and what does that mean? What’s the feeling you get when something touches you emotionally and artistically? What’s the sensation you get when you dive into spiritual oneness mentally with somebody else? What’s that worth? Everything? I don’t ever want to lose that ability to be able to feel the grand finale to the silent everyday symphonies.

Take time to get inspired. Life isn’t all about the work and the push and the rush… sometimes it’s just an elongated moment to sit with yourself in a space where inspiration hits you like a freight train and your lungs fill with what feels like the elements of life itself - swirling from the center of your chest, exploding through your entire body. I think that’s what life is about for me. I think it’s that feeling that keeps me, me. I think it’s the strength I need to be my best version. It’s everything.

It’s really easy to get caught up in things or lifestyles or images that don’t matter. 

It’s really easy to get caught up in your Instagram feed and it’s color-coordinated layout. 

It’s really easy to get caught up on beautiful and what agency everyone’s from. 

It’s really easy to question yourself. 

But honestly… 

“On one hand who care? & on the other, so what?”

We all get brainwashed into this bullshit society of having to be something or somebody / look a certain way. Reflect a certain something. 

Everyone is so unique and beautiful and everyone has this special kind of art to them that makes them exactly who they are, and its such tragedy that society and false expectations rob so many people of that - including me at times. It’s such a balance - to exist in this world and want nothing to do with it. 

- Peanut Gallery Photographer Notes 

“People Aren’t Motivated By Pain”

I always believed that pain is the mecca of art and that heaviness is the symbol of life… which, I won’t completely deny or else I would be disregarding an entire couple years of art made from heartache. I think pain is relatable, and it makes you feel less alone to hear the stories of others. However, I just read a quote this morning that wow-ed me… “People aren’t motivated by pain. They want to know what love is.” (- Sarah Yip)

 I asked myself if that were true, given my attachment to heartache. I questioned the marches this country has been producing, and I thought to myself, “Is this not motivated by pain?” , and maybe it is… #BlackLivesMatter could definitely be a movement motivated by pain… but maybe these movements and the moments of every day are more motivated by the desire and thirst for universal, national, and neighborly love, acceptance, and equality for simply being here and being human. #thoughtsonatuesday

“We’ve evolved in to a new being with a third limb known as the iPhone… The “I’ll take it down if it doesn’t get enough likes” was of creativity is so massively destructive, because it entirely skips the need for creative growth and boils our creative work down to one, stream-lined, it-always-looks-good style. 

In this generation, you’re only growing as a creative if your likes grow, too. And that’s a problem. 

BUT by pursuing a passion INSTEAD of an outcome, we build a unique version of impact through hard work, time spent and decisions made - not over days, but over months, years, decades & lifetimes. There is no one-size-fits-all-in-one-set-amount-of-time version of impact. 

If you’re just hanging in there, remember that it’s what YOU bring to the table that matters - not what the table brings to you.”

- David Talley / Instagram Post / @_davidtalley

As I’m sitting writing the words of wise men in my notebook about the internet and the platform that seems to rule the path or direction of creativity , I scroll endlessly through faces and done-before art. I scroll in between the paragraphs - not because I’m curious to see what I’ve missed on beloved social media, but because it has become such a bad habit - a sick, unhealthy, addiction. It’s as though we’re searching but how can one search if they don’t really look. 

I found this to be ironic, as I was reading and writing exactly what I should be doing. 

Anyways, enjoy these next two pieces. I commend two brilliant photographers for shedding a light onto feelings that are so hard to put into words. 


June 14, 2015

I feel you in the instruments of songs and the colors of the sun.
I feel you in the first cup of coffee and the sun on a cold day.
I feel you certain people’s hands and I feel you in the curvature of cursive words.
I feel you in black and white and messy hotel rooms and I feel you on a clear and starry night. I feel you in the natural things I never had to learn to love - in the things I never thought about loving. I feel you in the same way I feel those things and that makes you hardly human to me. That makes you simple to love even if you’re not simple at all. 

Trumps story, and our own by Viet Thanh Nguyen

Pre-reading - I came across an article this morning, drinking my coffee,  somewhere in the middle of the New York Times. I think this type of writing is such a rare find. Viet absolutely gave life and empathy on a platform where that is so often lacked. It gave me such a reminder of the way the artists and writers of the world have the chance to encourage positivity and love through what they do best. I hope you enjoy some of these pieces I had such an attachment and resonation with. 

P1 - “Donald Trump won barely, and by the grace of the Electoral College. His voters responded to his call to, “Make America Great Again”, referring to a past when jobs were more plentiful, incomes more stable and politicians more bold. 

That kind of nostalgia is powerful and visceral, but it’s hard to ignore the subtext. America of the golden age, if it ever existed, kept women out of the workplace, segregated and exploited minorities and restricted immigration by race. ”

P2 - “Great literature cannot exist if it is based on hate, fear, division, exclusion, scapegoating or the use of injustice.”

P3 - “Good writers cannot write honestly if they are incapable of imagining what it is that another feels, thinks and sees. Through identifying with characters and people who are nothing like us, through destroying the wall between ourselves and others, the people who love words - both writers and readers - strive to understand others and break down the boundaries that separate us.”

P4 - It’s an ethos summed up by the novelist Colson Whitehead in his acceptance speech at the National Book Award last mont: “Be kind to everybody. Make art. And fight the power.”

P5 - “That’s the choice between building walls and opening hearts. Rather than making America great again, we should help America love again.”

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