Inspiration When I Need It

I was sitting at my laptop editing a friend’s writing to get it ready for publication when I looked out the window at the view. It wasn’t much. To make it more interesting, I need to put something in the yard that inspires my imagination. It can’t be something mundane like a bench, ceramic garden seat, or birdbath. This aren’t bad ideas, but I prefer to take another route.

When you are a writer, your environment makes a difference. Sometimes I get writer’s block or the work isn’t up to par. Where is inspiration when I need it, I always ask? Well, it isn’t out the window. I have a beautiful yard with a healthy expanse of green lawn, but something is lacking. A dog frolicking about could be it. No, I think not. I need to get creative and do something special. I think an art work—specifically a metal sculpture—would be wonderful. In the past, statues and assemblages have interested me as a viewer. Why not make one myself?

If you find the perfect work of art, the decision is already made. You acquire it. I looked and looked at local art galleries and on line, and there was nothing I could afford. Quality artwork costs and the dealer has to take a percentage. It gets marked up but they did the work of finding the artist after all.

I have the idea of finding some odds and ends made of metal either in a thrift store or at the junkyard. I would become a “picker” and scour cast off items, long forgotten, but full of potential. I would then borrow a welder from here and put it all together. Maybe my brother would oblige me and do the honors. He took shop in high school and is pretty good on his own. He has worked in wood and metal for many years. I am off on my hunt.

After a few days of intense looking, I had gathered enough interesting pieces to consider them for the project. They were in shapes and sizes and some of the metal was a bit rusty. I could clean it or leave it for visual interest. Many modern artists of great fame have used rusted Cor-ten steel. My little effort will follow in that vein. I was raring to go.

I laid the pieces out in a few different ways until I selected the final design. It would be completely three-dimensional and it had to appeal to viewers from any angle. Most of all, it had to please me as I glanced out the window. The best view would be mine. I called my brother with great excitement once the final composition was perfected. He came immediately with welder in hand and proceeded to don his face mask and gloves. He also wore heavy-duty work boots. He was well equipped.

Three hours later, he was exhausted but the metal “junk sculpture” was a success. It was upright and placed strategically in the garden. I raced to the window to check out the view. Now it was perfect.