Marc Blackwell's Blog

It's funny when inspiration hits. You could be anywhere in the world. In any hotel room on any street doing anything and bam - it hits you in the face. It comes from all around and the realization part is sometimes overwhelming. To realize who you are, what you're doing and what you're creating, and then be inspired by that is a crazy feeling. It's also who's around you, what you're surrounding yourself with, the projects you're involved in, the energy you let in and out of yourself. It's a combination of all these things to find inspiration, I think. And I guess you take these moments and run with them. Just sit down and spit it out, whether it's a drawing, a web page, a graphic or photo. Then it becomes books, and bigger things, and what's next, who knows? It's almost like you can't create fast enough. There's not enough daylight or night time to accomplish everything you want to do. There's always this book to read, photo to take, painting to paint, next painting to paint, doodle to doodle out, emotion to express, etc. Sleep seems pointless until you're in bed.

I wouldn't say this post was inspired.

Or perhaps it is.

A live one man show, one that many around the world would love to see, is unfolding before me in this old dusty hotel room in San Francisco. It's cold and rainy outside but blasting warm inside with just the pure sound of an acoustic guitar and the typing of my keyboard.

Life is good.

Peace,
-marc

This blog is for me. It's really something I only come to in random times. Most of the time when my mind is just overflowing this is one more way of expressing things and then figuring them out.
At a time when there's a lot of certainty in my life there's also a lot of uncertainty. I don't know if this is good or bad. Let's say I'm uncertain if uncertainty is good or bad. Sometimes I think I just put things away and leave them in the uncertain pile because "there will always be uncertainties ... this must be one". I'm ok with the unknown. Without having things exactly figured out. I'm unclear and almost apathetic about a lot of reasons for a lot of things that have happened in my life. But I don't think that's a bad thing. It's not that I don't think about them, that I don't try to draw some clear conclusion about certain subjects. I guess some things are more important to me and those things I seem very secure and certain about. But I never claim to have anything figured out because anything can happen. Life can change in a night and you never saw it coming.
Life is good. Life will be good compared to what I've gone through. Not to say it won't be difficult, not to say I won't want what I don't have when I have it. I even know that yeah ... it is possible for life to get worse than it was. Not to even say I know what I want or will ever know what I want. And I'm ok with that, at least for now. As long as I'm being productive, thinking and creating I'll be happy. And that's what I am doing so I am happy.
I just think too much sometimes. And then I write it down. And it's only a peek into what's going on inside my head. You can't judge what I write and take away from a few paragraphs an accurate perception of me. It's like reading one page in a novel.

Peace,
-marc

Two Thousand and Eight. The Year of of the Portrait.
Life is good.
Business is good...(could be better, could always be better) ;)
Friends are great.
Production is up.
Creativity is flowing.
Life is good.

Booya.

-marc