I get caught too easily in thinking that the Internet is the source for inspiration. So many projects and pretty images and fascinating people. But the clicking, the links, the screen...it gets to be a little much sometimes. So this week I slapped shut my laptop, grabbed my bag and perused the art section of the library. My coffee table and kitchen counter are now littered with photography books, endless watercolor books, a random paper flower book. I've spent afternoons flipping through them in coffee shops, at the park, waiting for the chicken to thaw. Some of these books are outdated; I could find much more relevant information/images on the Internet quicker than you can shake a goose's liver. (Southern idioms are basically my love language.)
But there's something about reading the "About the Author" page, knowing the story of the person who decided to put their art out there, what inspired this photo, why Monet only painted outside.
Maybe I'm overly romantic about this sort of thing, but it's relaxing to flip the heavy pages, read a passage out loud to my husband, learn the tried and true techniques and take the risky act of pulling out my own camera, paints, paper. Because I can't "pin" these images and say, "Eh, I'll try that later." It's all a little more immediate becuase, well, library dues.
I want to learn how to paint watercolor flowers? Well, there's the book right in front of me. It's now or never.
I kind of like that.
Some gems to be inspired by...
Paper to Petal
Dancers Among Us
Painting Flowers in Watercolor