My moment/ your moment too.

I felt a moment of inspiration today- Which is remarkable, though it does not seem to be.  I'm holding on to that moment- squeezing it tightly, smothering it like I wish I could do to some people, without being suffocating.  I remembered again how ART warms my South Floridian heart even in the gloomy winter of Long Island.  Though I have yet to really locate the arts & culture scene out on this long, unfriendly island, I still attempt to make the most of my time here.

I am always so focused so much on my next steps I almost trip over the things directly in front of me.  Periodically, I commit to becoming more lucid and aware- sort of how Buddhists do.  But I'm still almost in exactly the same place every time I commit to this again.  And then I become inspired as I did today, hoping maybe this time I will hitch a ride on my fleeting idea- a project that never manifests, a list I transfer without crossing much off, an ideal- hoping it will fly me out of this stuck feeling, awkward phrasing, and raw, unrefined existence.

I used to enjoy this struggle more, but my formerly romantic ideas now only exhaust me.  The mundane squeezes the passion out of me, and instead of gasping for creative air, I pass out, wake up, repeat.  Yet, I am always pleasantly surprised when a poem sneaks up on me.  A painting manifests before I give it any conscious thought.  I sing a song in the shower that I wonder if I composed, or if I had just heard the melody somewhere.  And as ephemeral as that moment is, it is the best moment I've had all day.

Let me share with you my moment today:

I wish I could do graffiti art (though I have never actually tried- other than once on the streets of Vina del Mar, Chile while studying abroad).

I also wish I had been at Art Basel in Miami this last weekend, where these pictures were taken.

I wish a great many things.

Now I'd like to start planning.


Overly ambitious? Overly critical? Overly analytical?

Who will even read my rants, none the less appreciate them? An online blog is a strange concept...

Anyway, hope whoever does stumble upon these raw thoughts can add them to their toolbox, maybe refine them a bit... or let them shape you, even.

I live even for a moment's inspiration in my otherwise wholly uninspired day.

Hope this is your moment.