My Inspiration?

People are often curious about the inspiration for an artist’s work.  Recently when asked about my own motivation, I had to engage some strenuous metacognition.  I know I don’t search out something to paint; I don’t brainstorm or have visions or wait for bursts of enlightenment.  Rather I just begin to paint – concentrating on the color and form and emerging patterns.  I arrange, rearrange, extend, revisit, and allow the work to unfold before me.  It feels spontaneous and unplanned.

When I examine my completed designs, however, I usually discover something from nature.  I have always carried a sketchbook with me, recording things that interest or attract me.  When I draw them I give no thought to their future utility; I merely sketch them because they appeal to me.  But now I realize what an impact these bits and pieces have had upon my art.  From observing a friend’s young iguana, I incorporate the elaborate patterns of its neck.  From daily encounters with a hummingbird outside my bedroom window, I glean his shimmer and ever-changing hues.  A peacock feather provides boldness and vibrancy.

So it appears that I am surrounded by my inspiration.  It may come from a quick sketch done twenty years ago or an observation from my porch this morning.  The next overturned rock or fallen leaf may become a facet or the focus of my next project.

Brenda Reinertson