Color
Another gray day, and I hunger for color. Magenta and papaya oranges like these flowers I saw on my walk yesterday. Color flowing like these balls of bouncing blue and red and yellow through the streets of San Francisco. The writing is flowing better, but I still wish for more ideas, for the work to come even a little easier. Even as I know that the real color won’t come until I’m on the ground, in Spain, talking to people and keeping fieldnotes every day. But there’s still this proposal to write, a milestone that our professors have set out for us to make sure we’re ready to make sense of the field once we get there. So I sit here, gray skies over browns and creams of San Francisco buildings, listening to this piano music, writing with the colors I have.
What inspires you in your work? Do you find that the weather affects your feelings about doing the work at hand?