Like Grandmother Spider, channelling or writing or any artwork builds on itself, using simple movement of life, cars, people walking dogs, having coffees, children moving down the sidewalks, couples flirting; the world around me moves in waves, inspiring me to be fluid, working the energy of power into my creativity. I do not wait for the muse, nor do I search for it in what has manifested around me because it is totally useless. So it is the feeling I chase instead. No matter where I am, cities or mountains or streets, in woods or in a room, it doesn’t matter, the power moves through me, directing itself, engaging with the living consciousness around me. I Am what I Am.
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamouring to become visible.” ~Vladimir Nabokov