Terry Starbucker’s wrote on his blog about an experience he had at the recent SOBcon conference in Chicago an article called, It’s Like Breathing. In it he asked the question of himself,
“What’s like breathing to me? What are those things that help define who I am but are yet rarely thought about, because they come so naturally?”
Terry’s article reminded me of what I wrote for a Blog Carnival, February 1st of this year on the subject of Inspiration. I began my post with the dictionary definition of the word, inspiration. One of the definitions that stood out for me was:
“The act of drawing in, especially the inhalation of air into the lungs.” And I responded with, “… the act of drawing in, is a way I think about inspiration. When I am inspired I draw that person, place or event into myself and then expel it out, like the act of breathing, involuntary and necessary for life.”
In my post on Inspiration I left out the obvious – that is, creating or making art, is like breathing; natural and necessary for survival. Having consulted the I Ching for more than thirty years has also become like breathing, and is especially satisfying to create art for my views on this ancient work – pure oxygen.