I'm about to write the most pretentious, cliché statement you'll read all day. Don't say I didn't warn you. Here goes:
I was inspired to start making art after a trip to Marfa, Texas.
Ugh. My own eyes are rolling back into my head so hard. But hear me out. I had the fortune of being able to take a weekend trip to Marfa for work -- the pilgrimage site of art historical lore that Donald Judd made popular, way out in west Texas.
From New York, it takes a minimum of two plane rides and a three and a half hour drive to get there, for those of us who aren't chartering a private plane, which is basically all of us, amirite? I spent two full days walking the grounds of the Chinati Foundation, getting a tour of Judd's former home, now site of the Judd Foundation, and exploring Marfa, the light, the land, and the built environment. And something clicked in me. I can't even explain it today. It was as if the spirit of Donald Judd sparked something in my soul and told me I had no choice but to start doing shit with my hands. Some people might say that was God talking to me. Maybe it was, but in Marfa, Judd = Jesus, so like, you know...bear with me here.
The skies in West Texas are breathtaking. Otherworldly, almost. The camera on my lowly iphone made pictures expose like a pricey DSLR. The light is just THAT clean, THAT crisp. I couldn't decide what actually looked better: the picture my eyes were seeing #IRL, or the pictures my phone was taking #nofilter. I just kept switching between the two and it was like I finally started to really see.
This clarity was new to me.
Full disclosure: I had just given birth to 2 boys in 2 years, was neck deep in raising said boys, plus a husband, which is basically like a third child, so being prego-brained, sleep deprived, and foggy headed was my thang. I owned it. This newfound ability to see really could have had nothing at all to do with this whole Marfa/Judd/voice o'God thing, and could actually just be that I had 70 hours away from my kids and husband -- ALL TO MYSELF -- which is obviously enough to bring anyone back from the dead.
All I know is that I was seeing better than 20/20, and not only because I've had Lasik. What's more, I was hearing my own voice clearly, which might be the first time that's ever happened. Like, ever. And I felt Energized! Empowered! Excited! All the Exclamatory E words!
And I came home, enrolled in YouTube University (no, that's not really a thing), made a loom out of an old picture frame, and created my first woven wall hanging. Maybe one day I'll post a picture of it.
But here's the thing, ever since that trip, I see inspiration EVERYWHERE. I walk around with my head up and my eyes open, constantly seeing things that can be translated somehow into a weaving -- whether it be a literal, pictorial translation or just kind of a cosmic feeling that gets woven in.
So many ideas, so little time! But we'll save that post for another day. For now, tell me...
What inspires you?