I have been called crazy probably a million times.
Lemme ask you something. Is it crazy to look for ideas from the world around me? For example, the picture above is actually a white strip in a parking lot that marked the spot that I parked in. Upon opening the door, I looked down immediately and saw this. I know most people will see random grey and white markings and not much else. To me, it looks like a cosmic notice calling out. I can see my name. Well, at least the first 3 letters. What are the odds that I was just about to put my foot on this exact spot as I got out of my car.
This is how I see the world. Check out this:
This image I took in the parking structure of the Santa Clara Library. It is simply a tire smudge on a column. I see a Native American tribal elder.
I call this one a Crystal Skull. I got this image when I was closing a window one day. This is just a reflection off the glass, but it freaked me out a little. I know that our brains are hard wired to look for patterns. Facial patterns are usually the easiest ones to recognize. I find a ton of them in the dots on our bathroom floor.
I don’t like to think of myself as crazy, though I can see why people would use that word. I know that my imagination is always working. Sometimes it is a curse when I can’t turn it off at night. I like my skewed view of the world and even though I see a lot of dark things like this image above, I try to always focus on the fun and happy things.
Goofy things are the best kind of things and they always seem to find me. I call the next one “red Wilson” Hahahahaha.
I never thought I would find a use for any of these pics aside from the first one, but it was nice to dig back in my photos to see this pattern emerge.
I look at the world and see things all the time that I glean ideas from. The smallest things like a steady stream of cars driving over a grate give me the beginnings of a beat for music which I usually forget before I can get to a computer. I will see the way a vine trails up a stake and seek to place that motion into a dance step.
Somewhere in my “insanity” I find my inspiration.
How do you get inspired? Nature hikes? Those are fun, too.