My younger brother started his first cello lessons last week, and he’s excited. This is the first time I’ve seen him light up about something other than his favorite YouTube gamers and Minecraft. Emma has been playing violin for a few years, and they’re gushing over strings, chords, and bows. It’s fascinating to hear them talk about technique, songs, and everything else. The rest of us, who have all played an instrument at one point, understand to a degree, but their fourteen-and ten-year-old discussions about technique are a bit over our heads.
But I realized I haven’t been as excited about something as they have in a while. Except maybe my camera. And the boyfriend.
I forget that I find creative inspiration in the most confounding places. And as the light slanted through the window, I realized that I want to capture my siblings and their excitement from their first week.
At one point, Emma asked me why I prefer candid, and all I could think was there is a specific moment when people go about their day, when they’re doing the mundane, that their expressions are what I crave.
People have habitual expressions, and even though we experience the same feelings repeatedly when expression and emotion collide you get some interesting results.
When the boyfriend and I first started seeing each other, I told him one of my favorite quotes, from Homer’s The Iliad, “Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”
And that is why I am inspired by the mundane, by people. That is where I find inspiration. Passion is the most captivating human things for me, and children are brimming with it. (Especially my siblings, cause they’re adorable).