I used to go to this place and that place, not expecting to find any inspiration for my art. Yet, as if by magic, I always found it. This becomes a powerful thing: to be able to go anywhere or do anything and find a sliver of inspiration, gleaming in the sunlight.
Inspiration can hide in the most mundane of places. When you are doing the dishes or stacking sticks or gathering trash, listen closely. It is almost imperceptible.
Did anyone notice this inspiration lying on the ground? You notice it and it looks like a opaque stone. But when you pick it up and hold it close to your eye, it reflects so much light that no one else can see.