Art is a strange thing. It’s so subjective, some will love your work while others hate it. Yet still we are willing to put it out there because we have no choice, we want to create.
There’s so many ways to be inspired to create, for me personally I often find music inspiring. Recently I stumbled across these beautiful lines of poet Rilke…
This fleeting world, which
Strangely keeps calling us. Us, most fleeting of all.
Once for everything, only once. Never more.
But this just one being, even if only once:
To have been constant with the earth, seems immutable.