Today we drove across the Cascade mountain range from Western Washington to Eastern, where my husband loves to hunt. It is with a bit of trepidation that I mention this activity. I grew up in the suburbs of Seattle, and with the exception of a short couple months living in San Francisco and many years of living in the Seattle city limits, I have found myself living back in Bellevue, a short distance across Lake Washington from Seattle. I bring this up in contrast to how my husband was raised, in the rural countryside of Minnesota. Having been brought up in suburbia, I don't remember anyone that I know of having guns or being a hunter. My impression of hunters was probably pretty biased... radical right-wingers... card-carrying NRA members... although I didn't have any real ethical problem with hunting, so long as they would eat the meat, rather than just killing for sport. Even after several years of having been a vegan in my past (a vegetarian who eats no animal products at all, including meat, poultry, fish or dairy) and having studied the issues of being a carnivore, I feel like that hunting or fishing at least gives the animal/bird/fish some change at survival and a better quality of their life than most creatures that are farm-raised. In contrast, Randy grew up with pheasant hunting every year with his father. It's a very nostalgic activity for him. Regardless, I know that there are plenty of people who are anti-hunting. So I tend not to mention this aspect of our life to many people, for fear of their reaction or rejection.
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So where am I going with this? I suppose that the real trick is not to just find inspiration, it's then to act on it. One of my next steps is to figure out how to be making art every day. How to use all the remarkable inspiration I find (or even a portion of it) rather than taking it in and then it being forgotten. How do translate inspiration into your artwork? One of the many questions I struggle with at times.