I may have found my way!

Or A way at least.

Over a year ago, I wrote a post about needing a muse and lacking creative focus. This is something I have struggled with for the extent of my artistic purists. Ever since I can remember, I have had an extremely up and down drive to push myself. Last year I wrote about my friends; how I was circling myself around these musicians, designers, painters, etc. Well… that hasn’t changed, not in the slightest, but I’ve found one person, in particular, that has made a significant impact on me.
I will keep this person nameless, as I think it best… This man has this insane passion for music and art in all forms. I say “Insane” in the way that he picks up a new endeavor almost monthly. I’ve watched him draw, paint, create costumes, use varying mediums and most importantly, make music. He is the single most passionate artist I have personally known. His livelihood revolves around his near-obsession with playing guitar. I might make it sound as if it’s excessive, but I find it beautiful.
One of the most extraordinary things to watch is a person being absorbed in their passion… The appetite they have for achieving more, progressing, and loving what they do… it’s really something special. With him in particular, he doesn’t seem to let anything get in his way.
I would give ANYTHING to be as devoted to my art as he is. And this is why he has become such a muse of sorts. Not because he has a range of skills and competence with what he does, but the incomparable dedication he has to his art. It’s not only something I admire, but something I’m both striving for and intimidated by. Experiencing his enthusiasm, hearing his excitement with new projects, and merely being a bystander to these whirlwind life experiences that his craft has lead him to – I feel like I’m being let in on a secret.
I’ve been painting as long as I can remember. I’ve been playing guitar for over a year. I’ve been attempting to create as much as I humanly can for a lifetime. But not ONCE has a single person in my life been as consumed by their craft that it’s actually made an impact on my own ambitions. Sure, I have my best friend, my artistic soulmate, whose brain intertwines with mine, and we conceive these grand schemes for future projects; but she, like myself, fall into inspirational plateaus. When we both become stagnant, we can build each other up to do more, however I find that our activities tend to come and go as our drive does. She and I are dreamers, and very much alike in our constructive process. She is my partner in crime, but he is my muse. As soon as a pencil, paintbrush or instrument is in his hands, I immediately want to throw myself into some new venture. For this influence, I’m more grateful than I can describe.

Simply writing out these thoughts has resurrected a fire within me…
Now to harness it.