I am Inspired.
I am enlightened.
I am fire and glory.
I am the Artist.
My inspiration is the perfect shape of Godfrey Gao’s jaw;
The slightly fuzzy, yet brightly beautiful Alyson Stoner’s photo;
The crazy hair on Max Kasch’s character’s head in Holes;
And the way Jamie Campbell Bower stares at the camera.
The way the silk and organza gown falls on the stick thin model;
The fact that windblown hair in a photoshoot is a concoction of hairspray and other shape holding chemicals;
The curvaceously daring blending of eyeshadow art that borders obscenity yet is still adopted;
The ridiculously high stilettos that make women teeter about.
Inspiration is tattoo art;
Body art for art’s sake;
Nail art that’s too pretty to stay forever;
Henna that’s just black on skin, strangely beautiful.
It is the beautiful long artistic hair on the manga girl;
The arty cool, but girly looking manga guy;
The sparkling bright eyes of the shoujo girl;
The dark, scary panel behind the manga guy.
Inspiration is being one with the character you just met;
Empathetic to the pains of the protagonist;
Sympathetic of the tragedy of the hero;
Disgusted by the indifference of the love interest.
It’s screaming at the stupid characters;
Blitzing the next chapters because you’re in love with the story;
Crying because the author’s just too good;
Falling asleep because the story is just boring.
Inspiration is procrastination because you can’t be bothered;
Procrastinating because you’re scared;
Procrastinating because you’re anticipating;
Procrastinating because you don’t want it to end.
It is doing your homework within the last twenty minutes before it’s due;
Finishing your assignment with plenty of time to spare;
Completing the set readings on the train ride to uni because you forgot the night before;
Researching for the latest paper with the enthusiasm you didn’t know you had.
Inspiration is the unexpected moment at the worst possible time;
Is signalled by the sudden flurry of movement and flying paper;
Is lost in the past when there was no writing implement available;
Is the frustratingly beautiful thing scribbled in the most random place.
It is hidden in the desk, where you left it last summer;
Stuck to the pinboard as a reminder some time ago;
Written on your hand during class;
In the mailbox where you sent it when you were away.
Inspiration is lasting;
Nurtured to full bloom.
From Left to Right clockwise: Godfrey Gao, Jamie Campbell Bower, Alyson Stoner, Max Kasch from Holes.