But I am having a hard time feeling inspired to write here. Not because of a lack of inspiration or topics to write about, but because the reporting on this inspiration is so formatted and scheduled.
Here is a short list of the experiences I've had lately that have inspired me as an artist...
- Getting a brick thrown through the window of my car. The empowerment of taking care of it all on my own (with a baby strapped to my hip, no less). The guilt that I felt in this situation. (e.g. I have too much stuff, and someone must have been really desperate to do something so foul for mere stuff. I am a bad person for having so much stuff.). A strange mixture of emotion that I of course wanted to know more about.
- The smell of bacon in the third act of The Hypocrites production of Our Town. Still brings tears to my eyes when I think about that moment.
- The feeling of the skin on my back getting tighter as I sat in the sun for hours watching my son go up and down the slide in the baby pool at Whealan Park. He had such a look of utter joy every single time. I like to see that experiences do not always spoil with repetition.
And for the record, I don't know when I'll be back.