I had a choice to make this morning: a day off, with no looming responsibilities, and sublime weather on a beautiful island. What to do? Located between one of the greatest cities in the world and the gorgeous natural landscape and culture of the East End, I am spoiled, either way.
I listened in close to my heart and to my gut today, and I chose east. Trees and space and water and windmills. I'm so glad that I did. It was beautiful driving weather and it felt incredible to "Stretch my legs.".
First stop: The Dan Flavin Art Institute, in Bridgehampton. You'd never know that this was hiding such funky treasures inside. It's in a small house on a rural road. There were deer grazing on a field across the street. It was so peaceful, yet electric, inside. Perfect. I felt all my senses come alive and creativity start to churn and build, inside.
Next: I stopped at Pierre's after touring around the vacant streets and trendy boutiques and galleries... (off-season, I have a real knack for that). This place swept me right off my feet. Cozy lighting, kind people, a French bistro vibe with great music overhead. I sat down to read some art magazines from the shops, and had a salad and a big crock of french onion soup. And later, a delectable dish of something like an affogato (coffee ice cream, some fresh espresso poured over the top, with whipped cream and toasted almond slivers.) Exquisite. It was treat-night.
After some exploring and visiting, I drove back home - filled up and inspired. It's these moments...when I allow space - quiet, curiosity, and meandering - that inspiration sinks in. I've got more project ideas and plans and thought bubbles and song hooks/lyrics, and book outlines than I know what to do with right now, but I'm jotting it all down, in the right places. Grateful, grateful, grateful.
Creativity is never dead. It's always swirling, like an ever-present entity, all its own, ready to release its Magic for you, through you, into you. If you're open to the elements. This is why the "Artist's Date" is such a great thing (Julia Cameron.) It jogs the muse loose. It frees you from the mundane, from the tasks and to-dos and monotony of sameness and expectations that we often experience. Getting away, intentionally, with no plans and no strategy in your pocket, opens you up to something new and never seen. With new input, and new sensory information...comes a new response, sometimes minute and precious, sometimes grand-scale and worth a deep-dive planning session. And this is inspiration. And taking action on that inspiration, creating something tangible out of so much mood and energy and emotion and feeling and wonder and curiosity...is how we get Art.
If you want to be deeply inspired, truly, down to your weary bones and waiting soul, you've got to go out there and put yourself into life. And it will meet you there. It always does. For me, at least. And I'm glad for it.
**And yeah, that's a bathroom selfie. I'm fascinated by opposing mirrors, I always have been. It's like looking into the infinite. Reflection upon reflection upon reflection...etc... and this was a neat bathroom. It had a vintage pink rotary phone inside.**
Keep creating and exploring.
Mother. Librarian. Storyteller.