I am currently sat in a nest. And the nest is glorious. When I say nest I mean two large sofas pushed together in front of the tv with a table laden with pizza, chocolate and crisps located within easy reach. Standard fare for a Sunday evening in the Kirby household. Now, why am I talking about my slobbing habits on my photography blog? Well, I find myself pondering inspiration, more specifically when and where it strikes. My reason for this ponderance is that whilst out walking my dog in the park earlier I was suddenly hit out of nowhere with an idea for a series. Not an amazing idea, mind, but one I can sit on for a while and maybe develop in the future. This, for me, is a big thing because I really struggle with coming up with series ideas (as my galleries will testify); I find it much easier to create singular images than a group of coherent ones, I wonder if that's the same for everyone. I find it strange when inspiration strikes because it often has little or nothing to do with my surroundings. Perhaps it's that sometimes our minds are just in a fertile state and something clicks. Hmmm. What about you guys, how do you find inspiration strikes? I'd be interested to hear.
Anyway, ponderance over - it's time to eat and slob.