Impulse is a thing that drives many artists.
An idea clicks and you immediatley begin following its lead with no regard for what you may have been previously doing.
There have been many meals half cooked or left shriveling in the oven because I heard a piece of music and left the kitchen, spatula in hand, to pursue choreography that could not wait for my dish to fully simmer.
There have been shovels abandoned near large holes because a particular leaf floated past me and I dropped all matters to build a headress of similar colors and patterns.
At times, I will stop, mid-conversation, head cocked, and simply walk away to begin writing something that shot its way in to my thought freeway.
These are typical things that I do. My family is accustomed to it.
Noah is constantly reminding me of what I was doing or how late I am for the thing that was supposed to be happening; often times I am caught off guard; covered in paint, sand or mounds of material, I am always surprised and disappointed that I have to be somewhere else, just as I was chugging along with the thing that seemed so neccessary . . . and right.
“You were just getting in the car to go to the doctor. Why are you gluing shells all over your head?”
Geez, why wouldn’t I be?
Creative impulse is like an old friend to me. I am always comfortable with it and I’ll drop just about anything to lend it a hand . . . or a pelvis.
I guess that’s how I ended up with my first and only tattoo.
I was spending a lovely day in Cornwall, England with my friends Cathryn, Clare and Alicia, while on tour, in October, 2011.
Clare’s mom happened by our lunch table and she had just come from the tattoo joint down the street.
“I’m blank, Take me there!” I blurted.
They nervously laughed, sensing I was not kidding, and in a short while we arrived at “Canvas Tattoos”.
A guy covered head to toe in artwork came out and asked, “what would you like?”
“I’d like More Please . . . spelled, M-O-O-R-E . . . on my pelvis!”
He was surprised. Once he clarified that he had heard me correctly and I was not joking, he happily obliged.
It hurt like hell.
As I lay in the chair screaming and violently hitting his back he just kept laughing, “Well, this is a first! This is really so damn funny! Well, I never saw such a thing!”
Upon completion, I was pleased as punch and I didn’t say a word to Noah.
I waited for him to discover it himself when I got home after my month long tour.
You know, I’ve never seen him more surprised.