French-Russian artist Marc Chagall once said:
Great art picks up where nature ends.
This intersection might as well be where inspiration comes from. In the dead of night, shooting stars enter the picture. Deprivation triggers desiderata. Nothingness creates wonders. Artists thus retreat in nihility, impotent and inwardly paralyzed.
Away from myriads of books, people and thoughts, it is a purge. Reject all influxes, submit to nature to let it cleanse you in her own way. Let the ocean waves, the woods’ scents and the sand’s touch be sufficient. Confide in nature, and let her do the work. Rest. Inhale, exhale. Take pleasure in the simplest things.
Forget about the drafts, the touch-ups, the deadlines. It is all behind now. It all ceased. The torments, the doubts, the expectations.
Live your art, don’t practice it.
© Photographs by Giulia C.