Inspiration, fuel in my biological gas tank. I need it to drive me, to propel my thoughts and actions. Trucks, bats, tight-ropes, dried grass, fumes in the air, color, forceful questions, invisible hands, dead presidents, outward focus.
That all means I'm stuck in my book and I'd like to move forward. I think I need some help. Or I just need to read something inspiring.
Tried recording this weekend with a cete of musicians. It's amazing how interaction directs the output of any kind of artistic endeavor. Sitting in a soft skinned robot holding to the joystick. It's an open air cockpit vulnerable to the onslaught of monotony and I can destroy the delicate handles. Then there's the scene from the dim mirror tripping into the cobweb's of manifested ghosts or just bad luck. All's said and done and I think I broke my computer.
