What inspires you?

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.

WWDJD? at Marfa Book Co.  Photo: Instagram: @niromastudio

WWDJD? at Marfa Book Co.  Photo: Instagram: @niromastudio

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.

Whatever.  

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!

Ballroom Marfa.  Instagram: @niromastudio

Ballroom Marfa.  Instagram: @niromastudio

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.  

Donald Judd's 15 untitled works in concrete at Chinati Foundation.  Photo: Instagram: @niromastudio

Donald Judd's 15 untitled works in concrete at Chinati Foundation.  Photo: Instagram: @niromastudio

Donald Judd's 15 untitled works in concrete at Chinati Foundation.  Instagram: @niromastudio

Donald Judd's 15 untitled works in concrete at Chinati Foundation.  Instagram: @niromastudio

Marfa, Texas.  Instagram: @niromastudio

Marfa, Texas.  Instagram: @niromastudio

Marfa, Texas.  Instagram @niromastudio

Marfa, Texas.  Instagram @niromastudio

Walker Street, in Soho, NYC (left).  Weaving inspired by it (right).

Walker Street, in Soho, NYC (left).  Weaving inspired by it (right).

So many ideas, so little time!  But we'll save that post for another day.  For now, tell me...

What inspires you?