I am constantly battling with abstractions. I am drawn to them, surrounded by them…but part of my intellectual wiring resents them. I am a simple person with a love for the real, the definite and the frequently harsh truth. I am constantly reviewing my motivations, the integrity of this project, holding myself up to the light and checking for thin, weak spots, for holes.
So, I want to question the point of inspiration. I mean, who needs it? What does it do and why should anyone care? This is a pretty central question to me since part of our mission is to inspire. I’d be a hypocrite and a fool if I renounced pure abstractions and yet propped up the need for my project with those same ideals.
Inspiration is not an abstraction. It’s not a feeling–true inspiration IS action. If someone truly inspires you, you DO something with that inspiration. It is energy which in constant motion and may change forms and morph in various stages, but it keeps moving. The purpose of electricity, lets say in battery form, is not to stay put in the batteries, but rather to power up devices which are used and appreciated because they affect the world and people around them.
So what’s the catch? I see a lot of abstractions thrown around–and lots of self congratulatory back-patting at having charged up “batteries” while failing to ever flip the switch and DO something about it. Inspiration is not a feeling that fades, having made no real change. That is just called delusion. Inspiration is that feeling that gets you psyched and then sticks in your subconscious like a popcorn hull that lodges in your gum at the toothline. It forces you to TRY. And keep trying.
I am not attached to an outcome for this project. I see its potential, and it is massive. I also see a lot of white noise and apps and games and tweets and retweets and words and sounds and pictures and white noise that could also completely obscure this project and drown it out. It may culminate as a tsunami or you may have to listen in impatient silence, waiting for the “splash”.
I am only attached to trying. I am attached to the process and the struggle. That is the point of all this: to TRY.