These days I am searching for inspiration everywhere. In the sky when I wake up, in the way my shoes feel against my feet, in the sound of the highway out my window. This seems to be my innate struggle as an artist; that is, waiting for inspiration to strike at a time when it is imperative that it do so. There are many resources, articles and books and blogs, which attempt to address this common problem by saying no matter what, just create. But this has not been something I feel able to do. When I feel uninspired, the things I create are, at best, mediocre and at worst, pathetic. For myself, the intangible medium of inspiration seems to haunt my artistic practice as it strikes at inconvenient or strange times and will not adhere to the guidelines of art school or marketable production. Perhaps it is trying to save me from conformity, but at the current moment I resent its inability to help me get an A.